So yesterday I got a magazine in the mail and in it was a small article on guess who? Mr. embarrassing moment #6. I know that I am evil because I looked at him and thought that my husband has aged much better. This is petty and really has nothing to do with him, I am sure, but only me. And yet, it still feels good.

Also, I am pretty sure that I could beat him in a triathlon. Probably a running race, too. Definitely in the pool.