It's true. On Friday I crossed that invisible line into Middle Age. I've been fretting about this Birthday for a long time...since college really. My college friends and I would randomly blurt out "I'm gonna be 40...some day!" (quoting "When Harry Met Sally"). The truth is, I don't feel middle aged. Yes, the college students that I work with regularly seem awfully young, and I often wonder how various celebrities got so old. I have to admit occasionally that I can't do some things that I used to, but otherwise aging hasn't been all that bad. (Except that my Jr. Prom gown can't zip by about 3 inches and I just might need to wear it some time!)
My wonderful friends got together and threw me a crazy 40th Birthday Party on Saturday. I spent 3 or 4 hours over the past 2 days to create my first movie of the experience...it's only about 2 minutes long.
Some memorable quotes:
J, while lighting candles on my cake - "Wow! It's getting really light in here!"
T, while discussing old age - "I want to die of a massive stroke. I don't want to linger."
L, talking about how old I am - "Now you gonna get white hair!"
Out of the blue, the weather went from 50* and raining yesterday afternoon to 30* and snowing by bedtime. The dog, who is now taller than us when we sit on the couch, is anxious to go out. And to top it off, I am in no mood for school today. Truancy laws reign supreme, however, so off we go.
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