My dear friend Kale noted on my blog that my friend Mary might have come in for a specific birthday coming up. I noticed that for all my talking, thinking and complaining about it, I have not blogged much about the big day.
So, here I go.
(deep breath...inhale and exhale)
I'm turning 40 next Monday.
Whew! I said it.
I keep looking for grey hair, wrinkles, crow's feet, spider veins, lack of energy, weight gain, driving slowly, starting to say things like my mother used to say, etc. But I've seen none of that!
Oh, wait, I already have all of those things...are they supposed to get worse (shudder) next Monday?
So, I'll be 40 next week. I have been telling people all year that I'll be 40 in September thinking I may get used to the idea if I say it often enough. I love the idea that Hollywood says 40 is the new 30 (ya know, like pink is the new black??). How about we CALL it 30 if it really is? So, on Monday, I'll be 30. I like that better. 30 it is.
You still have time to go shopping - I like the new black (pink) better than the old black (black) if you're curious. :)