40…The New 30? (I Should Only Hope)
All day I've been promising to post. If for no other reason than to use this silly picture I swiped from I don't remember where. After agonizing about my birthday for months, I actually got through it unscathed. Being 40 ain't so bad. (But then it's only been 24 hours.)
I just spoke to my friend Priscilla who read somewhere that it's my year of liberation. That sounds pretty good to me considering that I've been so repressed for so long about so many things. Free to be. At for-ty. (Bad rhyme, but so what.) All I can say is it's about damn time! (Now if I can get some money going on it'll all be good.)
2 Comments:
Crap, I'm late! But happy Belated birthday, Mel! Own it, live it, love it! 40 rocks! Wooooo!!!! :)
Better late than never Mo. Thanks for the wishes—and the feel good advice. XXOO
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