Sometimes men seem to think that what they are saying is going to go over VERY well... this was one of those cases, but it did NOT go over very well at all.
Tim, speaking to Karizma about me: "Hey, Karizma, did you know that by the time this baby is your age Mom will be 50?"
(Tim has a big kool-aid grin plastered across his face.)
Did he not realize this might make the pregnant girl cry? He did try to make it better by adding, "Baby, you always look good for your age!"
However, this did not erase my thought of being 50 at some point...with a teenager...actually, with 4 teenagers.
Now, there is a sobering thought.
Thank God that HE is guiding me through this. Now, if God can help me to have my husband realize that the age comments are really UNnecessary! He is pretty cute, so I have forgiven him.
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Ummmm, yeah, I think I'd cry too
I like the recovery comment though. Besides you're aging gracefully
In my defense (uh, oh, here I go again), I was merely stating an indisputable, mathematical truism. 50 is the new 49, after all, right??
OK, OK, I apologize and repent. Publicly. Matthew 18's disciplinary progression being waived. Etc.
But (isn't there always one?), I must say that when Veronica decided to pursue a younger man (I had just turned 22 at the time; she, almost 27) -- and, yes, IMO she pursued me, although she'll have the exact opposite story -- she HAD to know that age jokes would be the gift that kept on giving throughout our relationship.
And they have been (I remember telling my first one on our first "date" at Papas N Beer in Rosarito Beach, MX on January 9, 1999 -- she found it VERY amusing). Just ask her.
But in all seriousness, she always has been, and remains, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on (and pregnancy only makes her radiance and glow even brighter and more breathtaking), and I look forward to the rest of our years together with childlike anticipation, knowing that, like a Chateau Lafite Bordeaux, each year shall only refine her outward glamor and inward grace.
that was a good apology. I want to hear about Papas N Beers? ? ?
I don't think anyone in their right mind is going to believe that I pursued the 'white' boy that was doing the dosey-doe to a hip hop song...
Also, I did not find your 'Old and Haggard' comment 'amusing' in any way, shape, or form. However, you still seem to think that is the comment that captured my heart.
It was all God, Timmy, because without the Holy Spirit opening my eyes to seeing you in a different light, I still would have seen you as that nice, but a bit too cocky, white boy that did not know how to talk to women... don't make me tell them your first line to me about Barney the purple dinosaur. Oh, you were such a dork.
OH, and NATALIE ANN, what were you doing up at 1am? You are crazy, girl, but I love you.
Doing what ? to a hip hop song? I know I didn't just read dosey-do !
you used Barney to pick up a girl ?
this is getting good, the white and the restless ;D with some salsa
and chocolate
As I am a gentleman and wish to preserve my wife's honor, I will not go into more detail in setting the record straight about January 9, 1999 in Rosarito Beach. This is a family blog, after all.
Instead, I will say what truly ends all arguments: "SCOREBOARD!"
Yes, that's right. Veronica can continue to peddle her revisionist history. But this fact cannot be disputed: Here we are, almost 10 years later, married and expecting our SIXTH child. This is irrefutable evidence that T-40 had game, and my plan worked perfectly.
As I said: Scoreboard.
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