After 30 years of Marriage

I decided that I needed to sleep in the guest room Friday night.

Typically Michelle, my wife of 30 years, and I sleep in the same bed but unfortunately she did something that I decided made it impossible for me to join her in the bed.

Now some of you are thinking that a wise married man will resolve all issues prior to hitting the pillow and if I were wise I would do the same. I get that but I'm pretty good at figuring things out and decided it just wasn't worth the risk.

You see, Friday night my wife turned into a 15 year old and took me on a date to the Taylor Swift concert. Granted she dressed all wrong (apparently) because all the other 15 year old girls that were there were pretty much dressed the same so she looked different (actually much better but that's another story) but she joined the other teeny boppers in her mannerisms as she approached the event.

She laughed when they laughted, she cried when they cried and when they screamed...well - even at 15 I'm not sure she could do that, but she liked it just the same.

So after spending an evening out with a 15 year old date I'm not going to break any of those statutary rules by sleeping with the young lady. Fortunately next month she's going to turn back into a 50 year old and take me to see Reba (and nobody will arrest me for staying out to the guest room after our date that night).