I don’t feel like 40. Not that I know what 40 is *supposed* to feel like.
My only reference of what 40 is supposed to feel like is the mental picture I have of the not-biologicals when I was a youngling. And I definitely don’t feel like that. And I sure as hell don’t think I look like that either.
And I have lost count of how often I get told to grow up. That’s a good sign that I’m still youthful, right?
There are times I catch myself pondering deep thoughts that I think are things other people hitting 40 must ponder. Or I am assuming that’s what other people turning 40 must think. Like how the hell did 40 get here so fast?
Truth be told: it’s just another day. I know one day I won’t have another day. So I’m just glad for this one. I plan to soak up and savor the hours I have with those around me.
So, today, Sunday, is the last full day of my 39th year.
The Husbear attempted to “surprise” me with having my best friends over for dinner and a celebration. Which somewhat succeeded. In the surprise part. In the way I didn’t know about it. š
But I blew out the candles regardless.
I had a great evening with my besties: Mike, Dwayne, MAG, GypsyBiscuit, the Husbear, our oldest daughter and her husband.
Much food and alcohol was had. And then some Cards Against Humanity as well…
I received the most excellent present ever. Ever.
Seriously. The best present ever!!!!
I love my besties. So very much. And I’m glad they took time out of their schedules to come spend some time with me.
And now I’m drunk. Because alcohol was gifted and drank.