Today is Mr. G's 27th birthday.
That's right, ladies. I am 11 days old than my man, which I do believe gives me the label of cougar.
Happiest of birthdays, snookums!
Cannot wait to stuff my face with pizza and beer and shred the gnar in your honor.
(Mostly though I like stuffing my face over shredding the gnar.)
your ancient granny wife