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My DH has an IM system at work so sometimes we can chat during the day for a few moments. Today an IM pops up.

DH: Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeeeee! Happy Birthday to me.

Me: Moron

DH: I never get excited about a birthday, but im excited now.

Me: Look, only 60 more years of living with me!

DH: Are you going to always be as sexy as the day I married you?

Me: No, Im getting sexier with age.

DH: Like a fine wine……only gets better with age. Or a steak…aged to perfection.

DUDE! I’m only 31. Im not ‘aged’ yet. Im not even in a ‘prime’. Isn’t 30 the new 21?My daughter treats me like my uterus is shriveled and gone, saving her stickers for her non-existent baby brother and my DH is comparing me to wine.

I’m moving out.

~Trisha[/private]