Young whippersnapper...that's funny. I'll call him that when he gets home tonight.
I never thought of him as being a perfectionist. Perhaps he is on his job.
So tell me true...life begins at 40 right? It really isn't bothering me at all that I turn 40 this year. :-)
Sweetie, life begins each day you are able to open your eyes and step out of bed.
Thank you, Billie. Now I have blushing, chubby cheeks. :-)