When I’m sixty-four
Dec. 18th, 2012 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In the car on the way home, I pulled out a looong white hair. (I have long hair. Everyone knows this. This was a full length, perfect white, hair.)
While ranting about the woes of being an adult, I realised that Tobermory was kind of smiling. This was unacceptable mid-rant, of course, so I demanded an explanation.
“It’s just … it’s kind of nice. We’re actually growing old together.”
Husband points: +18297384739. Rant: deflated.