Tonight, when my husband and I were lying in bed arguing over whether he should stay up longer with me or go to sleep, we got on the subject of appearance. I said that I am prettier than most thirty-five year olds, but all girls in their twenties are prettier than me. He said that wasn’t true. And then he swallowed.
I’m still taking the compliment, of course. Because I’m just awesome like that.
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