OK, I know, it’s not THAT old. But I live in a college town, and every September I have to watch a parade of 10,000 young, nubile women move into town while I age another freakin’ year. And, my boobs have suddenly decided that my armpits are a perfectly acceptable place to go when I lie on my back.
:: wanders off to find cake::I turned 43 on Sept. 5, but I’ve decided to reverse the numbers and be 34 instead. Want to join me?
About this parade…
Happy Birthday katie.
Ha. I beat you. I turned 43 in February.
I’m with Kallessa. Let’s be 34.
Now, where’s that house-boy? I need to send you some cake.
[sub]beefcake![/sub]
I’m 46, and my face is slowly sliding off my skull, like I left it out in the rain overnight.
Curse you, Isaac Newton, and your devil gravity!!
Maybe I should start lying about my age, but tell people that I’m older than I really am… if I say I’m 51 then they’ll think I look fabulous for my age. Oh, god, can “she’s a handsome woman” be too far behind? Then it’s just a small step to the plastic rain bonnets…
Aw, you whippersnappers don’t know nothin’ about this here aging stuff. I’m 54, so I am, and never felt better!
Well, other than the stiff-legged shuffle when I get up in the morning, and the residual hot flashes four years after the change, and the extra five pounds in the last couple of years, and the…
Hey, consider the alternative, huh? 
Heh. I’ll be 16 tomorrow. I’d gladly give you some of my youth if I knew how.
Sadly, I’ve got underwear older than you.
Well, you know what they say, ‘life begins at 43.’ Unfortunately, science has recently discovered that death begins at 45.
That’s just scary.
Wishing you a good day, a good year and a good life.
I always think it’s so cute when these young kids come complaining about how they haven’t died, yet.
Happy Birthday katie! I’m glad you’re here to celebrate another one with us.
I’m several years older than you, my dear, and I certainly believe we should be acting our age.
I know how, but it involves my bathing in your blood. Still up for it?
No!!! Not the plastic rain bonnets! My mother always had the plastic rain bonnets. I refuse!
I’m celebrating the 5th anniversary of my 39th birthday in February. I like to think of myself as five. It matches my mental age so well.
Is that in dog years?
Quickly gets the hellouttahere.
43 here too, college town here too. I know what you mean. You eat less, you exercise just as much and you still go flabby-ain’t fair.
Birthday cake is my favorite, have a big peice and think you’ll have no all-nighters worrying about mid-terms.
Then again, an all-nighter for me is staying up till midnight.
Yeah, I’m 43 too!
Yeah, right!
Happy Birthday!
Quasi
This just cracked me up. Thanks for the laugh, Eve.
I’ll be 43 in two weeks. Maybe I’ll have a “rain-bonnet party!”