The boy is turning 35 next Monday, and I think its making him a little depressed. I keep telling him he'll always be my toyboy, but that doesn't seem to work. So he's going out for a boy's night out tomorrow evening, leaving me at home to cough my guts out, surf the 'Net, work on my assignment (which is due next Tuesday), and possibly watch Zoolander again.
He seems restless, though fortunately he's made no mention of shiny red convertibles or dressing like a teenager.
He did threaten to move us to Silicon Valley and get a top job at Microsoft, though. While I'd miss my friends and family, I'd probably get over it if I get to be a lady of leisure...
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