40 days.
40 nights.
40 thieves.
40 ouncers.
40 lashes.
And 40 years. That's what I got. And just in case I have any doubt about what 40 is, my son clarifies:
He actually put 40 candles on my cake in this picture! It took him forever, during which time I was not allowed in the dining room/art room. It's kinda hard to serve dinner without going into the dining room. I actually carried food in there and served his sisters with my eyes closed. Silly. But the card is priceless, no?
And turning 40 isn't so bad. My eye twitch has slowed down to only 2 or 3 per minute and I haven't heard my bones creak in a good half hour or so and if I wear the right bra, I sorta feel like I'm still 20! Well, you know, 20 but sleep deprived, battered, bruised, broken, chewed up, spit out, stomped upon, climbed over, and really really hoarse.
Bring it on world: if five kids can't send me to the looney bin, then I can handle anything.
4 comments:
Happy Birthday "Mom"ica.
That card is priceless...I have been giggling about it all day!
Hope you have a great one today!
Happy Bday. Very funny card. Of course we can smile with the knowledge that one day it'll seem pretty darn young to him. ;O)
My 39th is right around the corner.
Happy Bday - 40 isn't too bad.
Boy could I relate to this...
And turning 40 isn't so bad. My eye twitch has slowed down to only 2 or 3 per minute and I haven't heard my bones creak in a good half hour or so and if I wear the right bra, I sorta feel like I'm still 20! Well, you know, 20 but sleep deprived, battered, bruised, broken, chewed up, spit out, stomped upon, climbed over, and really really hoarse.
Wow, Monica, sorry I missed it! HAPPY un-BIRTHDAY...40 is a GREAT place to be!!
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