Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Going over the hill with a big fat smile on my face

In two hours and thirty nine minutes, I will be forty years old. I WILL BE OLD OLD OLD. I will be bonafide old with grey hair(s), wrinkles, and failing eyes. I will be so old that kids will call me Mrs. blabla automatically...out of respect. I will tell tales of my rascally youth that now happened many decades ago. I will use idioms at inappropriate times because I won't be able to keep up with the kids these days. I think I'm supposed to start wearing my pants above my belly button, so I'll go shopping for mom jeans. This is by far the most excited I've been for any birthday in my entire life. I'm giddy as a little school girl just thinking about how old I get to be!

1 comment:

  1. Rejoice! Rejoice! Forty is a stupendous age to be.