Last week me and my fella celebrated 11 years of martial, I mean marital bliss! (“Martial bliss” was a joke of my old friend Paul’s father George Baker. Oh, and we’re not married) So-so dinner at Gabardine on Bay Street mitigated by great martinis and plenty of wine.

Here are the reference pictures I used. Gordon says this must be junior high for him, I am in Grade 12 by this time. Late bloomer – in grade 8 I looked like I was around 9 years old. For years I tried to in vain get my hair to go into that casually tossed center part every other guy in high school achieved so effortlessly.

Thanks, honey, for amazing ride, let’s grow young together!