My husband and I are 22 years apart in age.

22.5 to be exact. {But who is counting??}

A dear friend of mine (who I will rename Cinderella for the purpose of this post) was totally freaked out when I told her I was going to marry an older man.

“He will fall asleep in his chair, go to bed early and watch the news!!”, she informed me with conviction. She was convinced that THIS would be my life if I married an older man.

I’m not sure if Cinderella cast a “Freaky Friday” spell that day or what… because magically, I became the person she had warned me about.

I fall asleep if I watch tv for longer than 15 minutes.

I am the one yawning and in my pj’s at 9:30 every night. {And I might add that’s a late night for me}

And I always watch the news!!! {mainly because I enjoy politics so much and can’t enough–especially during election year}

While my husband may be significantly older than me, it is apparent that I am the old one in this relationship. Sigh… it is what it is.

For now,