Today I want to pay tribute to the man who has put up with me for almost 8 years now. 5+ of those years have been in holy matrimony.
I have issues. Who doesn’t? He loves me and my issues and my ridiculous wardrobe that just keeps growing and my fanaticism over cleanliness.
The other night I was washing my face and I noticed that I’m getting fine lines. Nothing serious, but they are there. I freaked. I said “WHAT IS THIS?!” And promptly started my descent into The Pit.
He came over, wrapped his arms around me and said “of course you’re getting wrinkles. We’re going to get wrinkled together.” That made it seem sort of romantic, and now I am fine (until the next sighting).
Meet the man who is going to fund my Botox in 10 years.
