On Aging

Okay, so here we are at another birthday.

I keep waiting for the year to come where this bothers me - I'm happy to report it isn't here yet.

I am :: drum roll :: 42 years of age today. Old enough to be...the older sister of most of you.

Although, I believe Fab Boy and I are the same age this year, no?

Anyhoodle, I still LOVE my birthday. My own personsonal holiday - what could be better?

I do sound like a youngest child rather than an eldest child, don't I? Don't care. My day! La-la-la-la!!!

Got cupcakes - welcome back to the fourth grade, folks - and cards at work today. Even the Engineers signed on, which absolutely pleased me to no end. They aren't sociable, The Engineers. But I go around their department every Friday forcing them out of their collective comfort zone, forcing them to talk to a Marketing Person and apparently they don't mind as much as they used to. One even called me "Baby" when he signed my card. How's that for progress? Bless them....

Enjoying gifts, Gifts, GIFTS right now (Hub is playing with the new iPod Touch, so I have time to post - had to wish Joshilyn a Happy Birthday to Us) and martinis with bleu-cheese stuffed olives. Go-oood day!

Tomorrow brings the buffet of Indian culiary goodness at my favorite ethnic haunt in Huntsvegas and a viewing of Slumdog Millionaire...before meeting friends at dinner for Sushi. Can you say multi-cultural gluttony? I can!!!

So, the lesson to be learned here, kids (those of you who are not yet 4-2 are still "kids" indeed) is that 40-ish birthdays are still to be enjoyed and even savored - because they beat the HELL out of the alternative.

Happy Birthday to ALL of us!