Tuesday, July 20

Hee
My husband is 30 years old. But he could easily pass for 18 sometimes, particularly when he wears his baseball cap. A few years ago, when he had his own bachelor pad, he had to have the cable company come over to come fix something. When the cable guy came to the door, he asked Owen, "Are your parents home?" And an awkward explanation ensued.
 
So, a few days ago, Owen had the day off. Someone came to the door, and when Owen answered, the person gave him some information on a city council meeting to "pass along to his parents." Owen didn't bother to 'splain that he was actually the homeowner. I'm thinking that at age 30, he probably enjoys it. Lord knows it never happens to me.

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