Today is the 20th anniversary of Jeff's 21st birthday. I didn't know Jeff when he turned 21. He says this is a good thing. This makes me think 21-year-old Jeff was a bit immature.
Forty-one-year-old Jeff is the perfect combination of mature and immature.
He still jumps over the couch, but he doesn't spend all day napping on it.
He no longer considers HotPockets nutritionally balanced meals, but he isn't afraid to eat entire package of Oreos in one day.
He still likes his music loud, but he won't play the Beastie Boys nonstop.
He can still drink his friends under the table, but only does if he's not driving.
He prefers comedies, but he'll watch a romantic chick-flick.
Here's one of my favorite photos of Jeff with some friends and a Medieval Times' princess. Jeff no longer thinks he's king of the universe, but he still enjoys the royal treatment.
1 comment:
This is really sweet. And Jeff, hopefully, you'll be reading this, so Happy Birthday! And it really makes me feel better about myself that you may eat an entire package of oreos in one day. They're hard to put down.
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