At this point in my life, I have decreed that there will be no further birthdays, just anniversaries. I am stopping at 39. I want my (eventual) obituary to read something like "Shea, passed away today. She had just celebrated the 51st anniversary of her 39th birthday."
Yep, that's what it's going to say. I plan on being in total denial for the rest of my life. And, barring something totally catastrophic, it could very well say that. I have grandparents and other ancestors that lived well into their late 90's! So, that means I haven't even hit the halfway point yet. That deserves a big Woohoo! in my book. :)
Just wait until you see what my boys picked out for me for my
Today's gift was just about as good. I got a six pack of Snickers candy bars and these lovely skull and cross bone orange-black-gray argyle slippers:
I've been wearing them over my green Wicked socks that my Sis In Law gave me for my "anniversary". She's in denial too. She just celebrated the same "anniversary" as me, just 25 days sooner, which makes her older than me. Ha!
But don't they look lovely together?
Edited to add: When I wrote this earlier today, in my little obit section I put 49th instead of 39th. Gee, senility sets in early when you hit the big 39 + 1, doesn't it?