I am only 4 years older than my wife. Sometimes, though, she makes me feel like I am 10 to 15 years older than her.
When Lauren was making the kid's Halloween costumes she had to dye a jacket blue for Wyatt. A pair of my white socks accidentally got ran through the wash with the jacket. The dyed jacket, of course, bled, and my socks ended up a nice shade of purple.
The other day, I decided to wear my new colored socks. Why? Because I really don't care what is on my feet, I mean no one looks at a guy's socks, do they? Besides their wife that is.
I was sitting across from Lauren while I was putting on the socks. I expected her to same something about the purple socks because she notices every time I wear mismatched socks that she would not miss the purple socks.
To beat her to her smart ass comment I said, "Yes. I am wearing Donny Osmond socks today."
"What?" she asked.
"I am wearing my Donny Osmond socks."
"What does that mean?" She said looking at me like I was speaking another language.
"Donny Osmond? Purple socks?"
She gave me a blank stare. "What are you talking about?"
"You really don't know what I am talking about? You never watched Donny and Marie?"
"You are only 4 years younger than me. How can we be from two different generations?" I was in disbelief.
"I don't think generation has anything to do with watching the Osmonds."