A definite sign that you are getting older is when you plan a date with your husband around going to the doctor. DH and I don't get out too much alone, but we saw that we both needed to do blood work for the doctor. So, we planned a blood work date. What does that mean? That means that we are going to get up earlier than usual, go do our blood work, and then plan to have breakfast together before we both head in opposite directions for work. DH joked that we are practicing for retirement. I figure that you have to take it where you can get it. If I have to squeeze in some time together at 7am and get a needle stuck in my arm for it, it is all worth it just to have a few minutes with my husband. Plus, I have to admit I still appreciate someone holding my hand when I get a needle. Ok, DH isn't the hold the hand kind of guy, but he make a few smart remarks and at least I'll laugh while they're taking my blood.
This week blood dates, next week AARP. Where did the time go?
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