You know You've been Married too Long When...

We had dinner reservations last night and I spent a bit of time on my hair and makeup, not wanting to look like a complete wreck. Since my shoulder is in bad shape and dressing is particularly painful, I allowed myself plenty of extra time to take off the yoga pants and top I had been wearing all day and for physiotherapy, and dress in the nicer things I was going to wear to the restaurant. A quick spray of JeanPaul Gaultier and I was ready.

I walked downstairs to the front door where Allan was waiting and---we could only stare at each other. There we were, both in black pants, powder blue sweaters and black boots. The fucking Bobbsey Twins.



I hope we're not starting to look alike.