Today I turn 40. (zomg!)
Forty laughs harder than thirty. Forty is rounder than thirty. Forty is so very much wiser than thirty. And forty is happier than thirty.
Today my coworkers are taking me out to lunch. Tonight I meet Mom for coffee. Tomorrow night WM and I go out, just the two of us. On Friday, it’s dinner with WM, Mom, John & Kristen. This weekend, I’m back in my elastic-waist pants.
Whew. Forty is more tired than thirty, too.
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin to plunder
I’m an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late