It's approaching that dreaded time of year again, folks. The time which, despite my angry fist shaking and pleads for mercy, comes around each and every year like clockwork.
I'm talking about my birthday.
"To not be another year older!"
Last night he cut me off by saying: "And don't say "To not be another year older" or anything like that!"
"A box of hair dye and liposuction." Let's see how far that gets me. ;)