Someone at our house is getting OLD!

Yup, that's right. The big THREE-O. I was explaining to Matt yesterday that we have a little problem in our marriage...he keeps getting better looking the older he gets. I really mean that, not just flattery. I look back at pics from when we were dating or first married and he was smokin then...but WAAAAAY better now. So here's the problem: By the time we're 50 we're going to be one of those couples where people look at you and think to themselves, "wow, she scored." The whole age thing isn't complimenting me QUITE as nicely as it is my dear hubster. I'm already in search of the best anti-aging creams and am seriously considering botox in the near future. Gotta keep up with this guy, ya know? I got him this flannel shirt he's wearing for his birthday. When he opened it he said, "I'm going to look like the Jolly Green Lumber Jack." Then I spent the next 15 minutes explaining to him that flannel is way in style and looks super hot on guys, then told him how sexy he looked when he put it on, aaaand VIOLA! Matt wears flannel. If only he was so easy to persuade on everything I want. :) So, here he is...mr. thirty. Love you honey! You may LOOK younger than me, but I will always be 3 years younger than you, so chew on that. (this may sound mean, but he told me last night that I don't look a day under 27....which happens to be my actual age. Then followed up with telling me how EVERYONE tells him he looks WAY younger than 30. psht. I'm gonna go eat left over cake.)