Oh yeah, you’re doing good today! Now that you’ve been thwarted in using a picture of her with her eyes closed, you’re leading us into speculation on her age!!!!

I’ll get the ball rolling ... I think she’s 28. (And I’m only guessing that because I know about how old your kids are, and I doubt you’re a pervert that would marry a twelve-year-old)

Although ... you never really know. You might be one of those guys that ends up on the news, as the neighbors describe you “He was quiet and very polite. We had no idea he was running an illegally-zoned chicken farm in his basement”

I guarantee that I do absolutely nothing illegal (or even legal) in my basement, mostly because here in Houston the water table ensures that any basement becomes an indoor pool.

I didn’t think the age quips were that bad because I was praising her youthful appearance.  I did think that comparing her to a tree might get me in trouble, but so far I haven’t received a single dirty look - at least since I posted this new picture.  (But I still love the other one - there is just something about her head angle and the white sweater that I find incredibly attractive.)

My husband walked through the room last night when I had this on the monitor and pointed out (rather pointedly) that while he has no time to comment, he did think that the REAL question was “What kind of tree is she, because there’s a difference between pink-dogwoods and prickley-cedars?”

Well, my favorite tree, at least around here, is the Crepe Myrtle, which reminds me that I need to go trim the one in the backyard this weekend.

The WifeWonk won’t let me take a post a picture no matter how much I beg. But then again, I’m fairly certain that we both have more rings than either of you.

King,you a lucky man.  Most especially for the fact that the Queen is apparently tolerant of allusions to trees and her age.

She is pretty understanding, although I do receive The Look™ since I’ve started calling her Myrtle.

I was often a quiet, serious, cautious child. In my mother’s eyes, much like an 80 year old woman who wears her glasses on a chain and chews gum while wringing her hands. 

My mother also thought that my alter-ego should have a name, to be used derisively at her whim ... Yes, she often called me Myrtle!

Now I’m scared.  I think tomorrow we will be taking a little trip to the optometrist to get my Queen (MSLF) some new glasses.