Steve and I look forward to growing old, because we know for certain how it’s all going to shape up for us. Steve is going to be the grouchy old man on the porch yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off his lawn. And I’m probably going to be the old lady with bright scarves in her hair and smudged lipstick heading off to make some pots in the kiln.

The writing is on the wall. And we’re looking forward to the freedom to being as grouchy and eccentric as we want to be.

Question of the Day: What kind of old person are you going to be?