Okay, so. Last night TWH & I were discussing how long we'd been together.
Me: We'll have been together 14 years on our "Other-versary"
TWH: 14 YEARS!! Good Lord!! It's time for me to trade you in for a younger model.
Me: OR you could just plastic surgery me up to LOOK like a younger model. It's a win-win!!
TWH: How do you figure??
Me: You wouldn't have to go through that awful breaking-in process. Also, I'm geeky enough that I get just about all of your jokes. That's not gonna come with a younger model. I get all my shit yanked up & smoothed out. Win-win!!
TWH: You have a point.
Me: So, plastic surgery it is!! Woo-Hoo!!
TWH: Um... NO. If I'm keeping ya, I'm keeping THIS version of you.
Me: Well, DAMN!! Not even getting my eyes done??
TWH: We'll see...
I'm wearing him down!! Slowly, but still... I could be 45 with 25 year old eyes yet!!