My Monkey is 14.
I don't believe it. I can't. He's still my little four-year-old ball of mischief and snuggles and I'm having a rough morning.
I also have a hot-ass wife who doesn't look a day over 55. Or is it 56? Whatever. She's a looker.
Happy Birthday, my baby and my babe.
(crossposted from
DW)