Thanks, everybody! I'm having a pretty low key day. My son is home sick, so we're just hanging out watching movies, etc. Also, in an effort to avoid additional limb fractures and surgery, I will not be kicking or falling from anything today. Last year in my 30s... next time, it's the big 40... woah, and stuff.
I know the feeling. Less than three weeks for me to face a BD I'd rather skip. In fact, I think I will skip it.
I'm not dreading it, or anything.... my "woah" wasn't intended to be interpreted in that way. I'm not really afraid of aging (or dying) ... kind of fascinated by it, actually.
Happy belated birthday, you youngster, you! Hope it was fabulous! I cried for a month before I turned 30. The year before I turned 40, I cried for the entire year, every time I thought about being 40. At my age now, I'm so happy to still be alive, I quit crying.
