Today my worse half turned 26!!!!!!……….he said he felt older and I thought (I didn’t say it out loud) that I sort of felt like I was suddenly married to an older man….not older like Richard Gere, but older like the guy that drives the white van and hands out candy to kids.
To celebrate the start of this new voyage we decided to partake in the time honored tradition of goofy-golf. Take me to Sherman Oak’s Castle Park. Beep! Beep!
I won’t bore you with all the minute details of our golfing extravaganza. Let’s just quickly breeze over the bullet points. 1. John lost. It was an embarrassing defeat. He was utterly and completely decimated by his child bride. 2. I won. however, I’m not the kind of girl that would rub that in his face.
Here’s John, his cake, his receding hairline and his sideburns he uses for compensation.
When my mom was a little girl her family was too poor to afford real food so they mixed stale bread with warm milk and called is Soppie. My husband does something like this on purpose with his cake. It churns my guts. I think the star-shaped sprinkles add a classy twist.