Joining you in just over a week… :dubious:
Just turned 43 last month.
Turned 46 at the end of July.
I’m 24, and a couple years ago I horrified a co-worker when I told her that no, I didn’t remember something from the 70s, because I wasn’t born until 1983, and, further along in the conversation, that my mother was born in 1960. Poor thing was a bit shaken. (Gotta get my kicks while I’m young…)
I’m 49 now, but that will change in December.
Good thing I don’t live in Maryland, or I would think you were me.
I’m 44.
I think that’s an average, though; sometimes I feel like I’m 13 and at other times I feel 90.
40, and having a great time (mostly because the very *idea *of turning 40 freaks so many people out)
No kidding. I was depressed for a year because of it.
Chronologically, I’m 39. I’ll let others say what age I am physically and emotionally.
Peace - DESK
I’m 64, but that big 65 has come up over the horizon and is homing in on me, like a heat-seeking missile. It will be here on Nov. 10.
I spent an hour and a half at the Social Security office yesterday, applying for Medicare. Surrounded by old farts, I was.
I’m 47 but my husband says I still look like I’m in my twenties.
He did too say that.
Men say all sorts of things when they’re hanging-out for a bonk!! 
Me, I’m 47 too. I look every damn day of it. Any bloke telling me I look younger will either get laughed at or get a referral for an optometric examination.
On the other hand, if they are so impudent as to suggest I look OLDER, they’ll get a right clop across the back of their noggin for their cheek.
I’m old. I can get away with it, and they deserve it. 
Oh, I know he’s full of shit, but sweet nothings like that are worth more than diamonds. I’m still proud of my 47 years, even when I start sounding like my mother. Ugh.
Heh. My bloke tonight beckoned me to the telly where they were showing a segment about female body-builders. We were both astonished by how damned ugly the ladies were, regardless of how ‘fit’ they might have been. Jokingly, I told him if he wanted me to look like that, he could just go and get fucked, ain’t no way THAT was going to happen to MY body. And he too laughed and reassured me he loved every squidge and roll that he curls into every night, and I felt just fine thankyewverymuch.
And I sound more and more like my mum every day too Abby. It’s in our jeans!
I’ll say one good thing about being depressed though: I didn’t care one iota to hit the Big Four-Oh. All I was concerned with was if my birthday party would run smoothly, and when it did and the last guest had said goodbye, I was glad (a little bit) and then quickly resumed my regular gloom.
And did I mention that three weeks after my 40’th birthday, the pregnancy test turned up blue? I’m going to have my first kid at 40. :eek:
Gosh, Maas, I hope that’s a good thing. Is your depression related to not having children? Does this pregnancy make you happy? Am I being too damned nosy?
So are you 46 this week?
I’m 46 this week. From 3 days ago.
I’ve been 58 since August.
I fergit, did I tell you already? I’m 68 plus 13 days.