That’s right. He be 40.
Y’all, I am married to an OLD MAN!
You know how every once in a while, you start a story with “20 years ago…” Well, when Jim does that, HE’S TALKING ABOUT HIS 20’s!!!!!!!!!!!
I couldn’t come up with any new or crafty 40-year-old sayings.
Over the hill? Lame.
Good Lordy, Jim’s 40? That just reminds me of the couple down the street growing up, and he put a giant sign reading that in the yard, expecting to surprise her with the best birthday ever, and she handed him divorce papers. No.
Life begins at 40? Okay, thanks for spitting on our past time together, sorry it wasn’t really “living.”
The 40-Year-Old Virgin? Dude. No. We have kids. Don’t mean to spoil the illusion, but we totally have done it.
See what I mean?
Now, y’all know I have been known, once or twice, to poke a little fun at the man. The reason I do it is because he is a good sport. He poses for pictures knowing I am going to share them here or with SOme other online location. He does it, because he’s awesome.
Let’s take a look:
See? What’s not to love, yo?
But in the interest of embarrassing my husband further, can I just say, I’m the luckiest damn girl alive.
This man. This man who puts up with my endless arguing. This man who has never once even considered using the word “stepson.” This man who works his ass off to give us what we need. This man who spoils us because he likes to. This man who puts others first. This man who tells me he loves me every day.
This man chose me.
To quote Jimmy, “Suck it, Bitches.”
He’s 40. He’s pretty awesome. And he’s mine.
Happy Birthday, Pookie Bear. Here’s to 40 more, and then some!