Wednesday, November 9, 2011


Yesterday I turned 40. Being forty doesn't bother me. What bothers me is all the hoopla surrounding turning the big 4-0.

No hoopla yesterday was perfect. Spent the day like any other day. Got to go get Dairy Queen with my menfolk. No opening presents, no obnoxious balloons, no cake. Perfect.

I really dislike getting presents. Really. What I hate more is when people asks my husband what he is going to do for my birthday. This is even more annoying.

I like celebrating other people's birthday. I'll put on a party for my kids and hubby because they like it.

As for myself, a perfect birthday is just not celebrating it. It's not about getting old-I just don't like the attention. It makes me very uncomfortable.

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