I was griping to my husband the other day about how much pain I was in from moving and the pregnancy.
"You are getting old, honey," he teased me. "I think I'm going to trade you in -- half my age, plus seven, right?"
I burst out laughing. "You know, no one else will take you," I told him.
He smiled. "I know, I guess I'm done dating," he told me.
I couldn't help it. I smiled back and sweetly told him: "I'm not."