I got an e-mail the other day from Carnival Cruise Lines with the following reminder:

“It’s just 90 days until your birthday!”

Holy crap in a pita! I have less than 90 days left to enjoy my 30s because after February 14, 2009, I will be officially in my 40s.

It’s not like I sit and think about what life will be like in my 40s because, well, things are not going to change overnight. And if they do, they’ve got less than 90 days to come to fruition. I do, however, have a head-start on the dreaded age: plenty of gray hairs.

What do I want to do for my 40th? Nothing, absolutely nothing. It falls on a Saturday next year and being we bought the cheap Disneyland passes this time around, we’re blocked on Saturdays and I don’t want to spend the extra $30 per person to get in.

Ann and Anthony, however, will have no problems on their birthdays as they fall on a Sunday and Monday, respectively. They will be able to take advantage of Disneyland’s 2009 “What Will You Celebrate?” promotion and score a Gift Card to use as they wish!

In fact, 2009 will be a year of milestone birthdays for everybody here at Casa Ridiculous: I turn 40, Ann hits 35, and Anthony will be The Big 5. While I’m excited for them and their milestone birthdays, I just want my day to pass with absolutely no reminders of my birthday. But if Ann has her way, I’m expecting just the opposite to happen.

Oh, and did I mention that my birthday is Valentine’s Day? So um…no, I won’t be able to hide in the corner somewhere after all.


2 thoughts on “40/35/5

  1. 40!? OMG you are so old! Ha! Ha! Just kidding, cause I’m 48 but still feel like I’m 16. And my sister’s birthday is Valentine’s Day too. She’s a redhead so it fits right in.


  2. Sheesh, yeah. 40 is sooo old!

    I really don’t think of it much save for those days when I my body just feels…old. I’d prefer staying in bed and being left alone because I just don’t want to be bothered. Other than that I’m like you: age truly is a state of mind.

    Well, I’m no redhead but I do have the infamous temper of one now and then. And for God’s sake, don’t nobody get me a heart-shaped cake this year!


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