There are those obvious signs that you’re older than you had deluded yourself you were. An easy one is when half the photos and articles in US Weekly are about The Jonas Brothers. And I am like, what? Who? Why? Girls like them? Oh crap, I’m old. Just like my spider veins have been trying to tell me all along.
Two nights ago Bryan came home late from a business trip, and the first thing he did was change, and then fix himself a scotch. But he left his black dress socks on. While fixing a scotch. And mild horror washed over me. I don’t know if he seems old because he is starting to remind me of my dad, or that I can perfectly envision the things our future children will make fun of. Anyway, I’ve got my baby’s back. I am going to tell said imaginary children that once upon a time their father wore steel-toe Doc Martens and their mom had abs of steel.
We’ve gone to Norway for the bank holiday weekend. Fjord country/western Norway to be exact. Fjord is a great word to say over and over. I am excited to see them.