One of my friends got me the funniest card- it’s got Michael from The Office (my favorite tv show) with a sound chip, giving his speech about reverse psychology, and in it she wrote, “Do not have a happy birthday, do not have a happy birthday, do not have a happy birthday, you suck, Rebecca, do not have a happy birthday!”
Hope you had the happiest of Birthdays. I, too, was born in '68 (and on Flag Day could we be soulmates?) I look forward to turning 40. At least I won’t have to do the math in my head every time someone asks how old I am.
Well, sure, a man turning 40 just means he’s mature and worldly. To a woman it means you’re OLD and dried up. Any second now a breeze could catch you and you’d float away, that’s how dried up you are. All you have to look forward to now is menopause and grandchildren. No more sex, ever, either. Okay, I’m being grandiose, but oh god I am not looking forward to it.
In the meantime, we will party like we’re 39! Woo-hoo!
Thanks to all of you for the kind wishes. Please post your own birthday threads on the appropriate dates so that I may reciprocate.