Mid-Life Crisis

Well, I’m not actually having mine yet – next year, but mine will involve chocolate, movies, books and maybe the Bahamas — my husband is the one who is actually experiencing the mid-life crisis. He turned 40 and realized that his life was seriously half over and decided to grow a beard. I really wish he’d gone for the sports car. But I don’t always get what I want. I think he’s probably too sensible to buy a new car and if he did, I’d probably have to worry about him trading me in for a sleek younger model as well. (I write that last sentence tongue-in-cheek because I married a nice, smart man and that is one of the best combinations in the world! I tell Bri to marry someone like that all the time. Now, if that sentence doesn’t make me sound like a mother nothing will!)

So, back to my husband’s mid-life crisis; I’m not sure how long it will last, hopefully not 40 years. I can’t remember how long my dad’s beard lasted. I thought of using that as a gauge, but can’t. I probably brought this on myself by giggling about him being old. I don’t expect him to return the favor next year when I turn 40 because he’s nicer than I am.