It should be noted that my husband is nine years older than me.

He’s pushing toward 50, while I’m still creeping toward 40.

He’s always had the baby face (unseen in this photo since he has a beard) – always looked at least my age, if not younger than me.  It’s been a joking point of contention.

But the fact that the mail comes…

With frequent offers for ME to join AARP, “Your membership card is enclosed!”…

And Erik has never received one.

Not one.

Well, it’s just not funny.

Just makes me feel pretty…old.