Why my husband is a saint

Early morning conversations:
Me: God! I can’t believe I will turn 30 by this weekend! 😦 : *almost about to sob* I feel so old already. 😦

Saint: Don’t worry dear. Old is gold.

Me: What gold?! I feel like an old hag.

Saint: More like old wine dear…or whiskey, best when aged!

Advertisements

8 thoughts on “Why my husband is a saint

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s