Greg and I got into a fight last night.
It all started when I posted THIS picture of him on Facebook. He was not happy and I couldn’t figure out why until he said, “I look so old”.
Suddenly I understood. And to which I compassionately responded, “YOU ARE OLD.”
I guess this was like a moment of dawning for Greg because after that we stopped fighting and all was well in the world again.
Clearly he needs to be reminded of this on a regular basis.
PS. For the record, I don’t think he looks old at all. To me he just looks like . . . Greg.
PPS. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.
PPPS. And I’m not just saying that because there’s a slight possibility that he’ll be mad at me for posting this “old looking” picture of him here.
PPPPS. You MIGHT take this as an opportunity to say “hello” to my relatives that you’ve never met, Greg.
Note to all readers (except Greg): I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he reads THIS post.