Today is my birthday, although I have decided to just celebrate the anniversary of a previous birthday. It helps me avoid saying my real age. UGH. Now I have menopause, the AARP and senior discounts to look forward to. Yes, I know those are a little way off, but I'm closer to those things in years than I am to the year I graduated from High School.
That's just plain depressing, to think I've been out of high school more than twenty years. Do I wear black bands around something to signify the death of my youth? Next year I will celebrate because 40 is the new 30, and that sounds so much better than 39 which just sounds old and wrinkly. Now, I have to buy the anti-aging facial cream.
But today it is all about me, fabulous me. My husband & kids got me a new Kate Spade wallet to match my purse. My sister-in-law got me a new key chain. My parents are getting me new luggage. My friend Traci took me to lunch & is feeding my need to read with a couple of books. I have gotten tons of phone calls wishing me happy birthday. I feel loved, appreciated and special. That's what its all about.
I'm just wondering when George Clooney will get here to give me my birthday kiss.