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
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)