I'm a Cradle Robber

I married a youngin' I suppose. I really never thought 4-ish years would have much impact on our interaction on a daily basis, but it really does. We watched completely different cartoons as a kid. Don't get me wrong, I had little brothers, so I saw a lot of the cartoons Bryan watched.

The other day, he was watching over my shoulder as I typed in a web address. I typed www.gmail.com into the bar. Bryan snickers a little bit over my shoulder. I turn around slowly with a confused look on my face. He mimics my face and laughs.

"You still type the www part in your web addresses," he asked with a hint of surprise.

I thought about it for a minute. I never really stopped typing in

that part because when the internet CAME OUT, we had to specify if we were going to an intranet or the WORLD WIDE WEB. Yes, children, that's what the "www" stands for at the beginning of those web addresses.

It's not just the emphasis on him being four years my younger. There are also some sad reminders that I am, in fact, four years his elder.

Seeing as we ARE a married, adult couple, I'm not ashamed to tell the world that we have a very healthy sex life. Over the last week, I started having trouble with my right hip. So naturally (and all in good humor), Bryan immediately attributes it to h

is "rocking my world" and my failing elderly joints. I sadly accepted this as fact, not remembering that my right leg had just done 20 hours of driving to and from Houston, then just yesterday, 14 hours of driving to and from Sioux City, IA. (By the way, AVOID I-29 if you're headed north. The detour takes you 40 miles east. Just go up MO 71 through Maryville to I-80, then west to IA-59. I care about you enough to warn you, remember that.) All of this driving has been done in the last two weeks, mind you.

I finally remembered this to be the contributing factor to my aching hip, ya know... accelerating, braking, back 'n' forth all day? I do NOT have elderly joints. I'm only going to be 29 next month... I'm still in my prime. OK... I may be a few days pas

t the expiration date, but waste not, want not, right?

Despite the age difference, Bryan has proved to me time and time again to be the most amazingly mature younger man I've ever encountered. He is wise beyond his years, that's why the age on his ID didn't matter much. Age is just a number... once you're over 18, that is.