It's that time of year again. Time to start the official birthday countdown, that is. In four short days I will officially be forty and twelve-months of age. Why 'forty and twelve-months' instead of forty-one?
I am mourning the loss of my fortieth year! Seriously!!
With all its ups and downs (those things I didn't blog about) it was a mighty fine year, indeed. I had some pretty big shake-ups in my life and worked through all of them, one at a time. It was a year of growth, self-realizaton, and freedom. But I'm not ready to move on from saying "I'm forty!"
When I'm 85 and tooling down the nursing home hallway trying to escape being knocked over I'll still be saying "I'm forty and one-thousand and twenty months!" Not sure if I'll be able to remember how to calculate that. Guess we'll just have to wait and see.
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This is why you are such a cool chick. Keep on rockin the 4-0.
Happy Early Birthday! You'll still be just as cool when you are 85.
Happy b-day. I'll buy a round in celebration!
There better be flames on that chair......
I like your attitude. I'm 23 and holding...
Happy belated b-day, toots.
I'm coming up on 37 in a bit and am starting to freak out about nearing the end of my 30's.
I'm not ready.
Nope.
This year, I think I'll turn 36 again. I need a year or two to adjust.
Happy birthday, beautiful! Sorry I'm late, but I'm pretty much always missing something.
Happy Birthday! Remember to wear some age-inappropriate clothing as part of the celebration!
I've lost your number - again... give me a call!!! We need to make our plans!
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