forty two, stupid and expensive

42 this year, both of us. doing silly things is basically what we do best. we’ve been doing it since the dinosaur age. but i guess nothing beat being stupid after forty. 

we are blessed with four beautiful children. of course we love them to death. but in between them, there’s always something else. the void. or something to call our own. this is where we call it the-mid-life-crisis. 

then we found ourselves a hobby. 

and finding an expensive hobby is always KE’s forte. he’s good at that since so long. and i found myself even worse for supporting his hobby.

over forty, stupid and expensive is the mantra of his new hobby. 

instead of getting us business class tickets to oversea trip he got us a motorcycle. the Harley Davidson. the Road Glide. yes, among those entry level motorcycle he chose the grandest one. 

and that’s my husband. 

till  next one

xoxo