This morning, my husband said, all non chalantly, “Babe, I need some nose hair clippers.”
And I replied, all nonchalantly “I bet they have them at Target.”
When the hell did we turn into a couple of old geezers?
My husband is going to be 39 in August, me, 33 in September. Where the hell did the time go?
I remember when we used to talk about our dreams, about movies, about love… Now it’s nose hair clippers, back aches, varicose veins.
Nose hair clippers. Ugh.
The sad thing is I’ll pick up his damn nose hair clippers while I’m out buying some Preparation H for my ‘roids.