Today is my cough, cough, gag, 40th birthday. Sick, isn't it. I remember when I got married, my oldest brother was 40. I thought he was ancient. As it turns out, it is not so ancient. What 40 is though, is the time you really notice the wrinkles. Since I am against (or afraid) of plastic surgery for myself, I decided if a strategically placed band aids on my face to hide the wrinkles, I could just lead people to believe I had been attacked by a dog or something. I don't need any gifts. I have everything. Well, maybe I could use a wish for a long life. Here is what makes turning 40 palatable.
Life is not about waiting for the storm to end. It is about learning to dance in the rain.- Anonymous