40 is nothing. I’m forty now. I thought I’d be verklempt, but accepting it and realizing that I am comfortable in my skin is just dandy.
Plus, I get a little thrill knowing I don’t look 40…
Welcome to your fabulous 40s! My friends and I found we all became much mouthier in our forties. I recently turned 50 and am still figuring out what that means.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
GT
[QUOTE=Winston Smith]
You know, technically you can say you’re in the last year of your thirties. Not that it makes much difference. 
Happy birthday.
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Or you can borrow from Garrison Keillor and refer to the next decade as your extremely late thirties.
Ummm… welcome?
I had to be dragged kicking and screaming into my forties.
Phase42: I can’t wait to use that line! Heh.
ivylass: Yeah, I’m definitely getting more comfortable in my own skin. As it sags, the drapes and folds lay better. 
But I honestly don’t look 40 either. Of course that has more to do with having a big ol’ Moon Pie, baby face, but still. I’ll take it where I can get it.
gardentraveler: Ooooh, mouthier. I’m intrigued by your ideas and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
cher3: Eh, Garrison is too young to know what he’s talking about. Poser. 
Sunspace: I figure there might as well be one thing that I can do with gusto. Seeing how I have no choice in proceeding forward regardless, LAY THAT PUPPY ON ME LIKE THERE AIN’T NO TOMORROW. Or something like that.
Thanks everyone! It’s been a nice day. The Other Half took me out to our local Hole-in-the-Wall Mexican food place and let me spend a twenty at the Dollar Tree. Afterwards, I got a Cookies ‘n’ Cream malt at Braum’s and now I’m sitting here staring at the flowery present from my childrens (the pets that own me, that is – I love you baby Zen, Sagan, Indi and Toto!). 
Plus you guys. Life is complete-ish today.
Bring it on!!
…Now it’s just patch, patch, patch, until you die.
(I’m 44)