re: #77 klys

My husband has a few years on me.

When I’m being really mean, I start counting his white hairs. He is anxiously looking forward to when I turn 40 and my taste buds betray me (he wants me to start liking single malt scotch).

Heh, I can identify. My late husband was almost 14 years my senior. He gave me (well deserved) hell when I hit those milestones, like the first time I had to stretch my arm out to read something. To really piss him off, start plucking out his white chest hairs when he gets amorous.