| weather | : | cloudy | |
| mood | : |  | giggly |
| music | : | Brahms - Symphony No. 2 in D | |
Husband Guy and I were dozing and chatting this morning in bed before we got up. We started talking about aging and how our bodies are not what they used to be.
Him: *reach foot towards face* I used to be able to touch my nose with my toes. *more strained reaching* I can't anymore...
Him: I can touch your nose with my toes.
I open my eyes a little to see this great big foot looming towards my face.
Me: I can slap your foot with my hand.
