Yep, it's that time of the year again. I'm not sure how it got here so damn fast as I could have sworn I just had one, but nope it's back. Now you might be reading this and thinking, it's a special day, why isn't she more excited - well don't get me wrong, I love a good birthday more than the next person but at a certain point it's just a little depressing. Let's face it, I'm OLD. What happened to my 20's - wasn't I just running around my backyard searching for nips of alcohol at my 21st birthday or getting ID'd for the first time at the CHALET or even my good ol' 30's (still have one more year, but who's counting). Where did it all go??!?!?!?
Whoa's me ... at a certain point can we just start to count backwards, I really think that's fair, don't you?! I won't tell if you won't. OK - not realistic, I get it (sort of). Time to face the piper and accept that I'm 39 freakin years old today --goodness. I know the number shouldn't matter, it's how you feel on the inside, but that's the problem - I feel OLD. The bones creak, we're in bed before midnight and all nighters- who does those anymore. That's right, the young folks.
Anywhooooo --- just needed to share before attempting to retire for the night. I'm sure my birthday will be a smashing success this year as it is every year, but sometimes you just gotta call it like you see it. Bet you all can't wait to see what I have to say about 40 .....
