My birthday was last Tuesday; I am 40. So far, it’s been a great decade – all 6 days of it. Birthday dinners, big blow-out party (with nacho bar!), cake, candles, pinata, presents, new hair cut, lots of nice cheeses – what more could a birthday girl want? This time I am not being sarcastic or rhetorical, there is really very little more that I want. I started with three main goals for my 41st year: finish the novel I started for NaNoWrMo last November, get a flattering hair cut, and go camping with the family at the Sand Dunes. Haircut done, that leaves 360 days for the rest. But for today, a beautiful sunny day, I’ve got the company of two small children who are growling and pretending to be polar bears. How could I feel anything but happy to be 40?
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