Yesterday was my husband’s 40th birthday. He had been telling me all week that it was my last chance to kiss a 30-something-year old. When we woke up yesterday, we checked for additional hair loss (negative), a beer belly (negative – virtually impossible when one runs 60 miles per week), and hair growing in odd places (negative). He seems to have come through the decade shift relatively unscathed and I am more than happy to kiss a 40-year old … [read more]
From Cookin’ Canuck
