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.