And then he mispoke

I'm so far behind on posts that I'm starting to refer to this blog as my scrapbook.

Until I can post pics from Europe and our Dirty 30 Birthday Roast, let this tide you over: Tonight Ben and I were warming up tacos for dinner (note: trust that when the taco guy says he can feed 30 people, he really means it - don't buy more food). I was giving Ben a big hug when he leaned back so he could see my face and the following ensued:

B: Hey, I was thinking of something today at work that made me miss 17 year old Robin.

R: (stepping back from embrace) Excuse me?

B:  (reaching for me) Come here! I was just saying that something reminded me of you at 17 and I missed you.

R: What's wrong with (almost) 30 year old Robin?

B: Nothing! Nothing!

R: Are you trying to make me jealous of myself?

B: No! What I'm trying to say is that I thought of a memory of you and it made me want to leave work right then so I could see you!

R: Riiiight.

B: I'm serious! If I could just remember what it was, you'd really like it. It's a compliment!

R: Mmmm Hmmm. Keep digging your hole.

If his memory doesn't get real sharp real soon, Ben's going to feel like he's 17 again and sleeping on the couch in his bedroom (because he was too lazy to make his bed).