Today is my birthday and I turn 36, which is on the downward slide to 40.
I thought about this and also about all the “being 40″ things I have read and seen on tv. You know what I mean, like “Next on Oprah: Women Who Are 40 and Fabulous!”
This is also sometimes known as Women of a Certain Age. I’ve read about them – they are having a fabulous time, doing wonderful, amazing things, and looking really good while doing it. Look at all the over-40 celebrities out there. They don’t look like short dumpy housewives, no sir. Heck, I wanna look like that. (The over-40 celebrity look, sans the plastic surgery, that is. The dumpy housewife look I already got covered.)
Even Ron, who turned 40 last year, is having a good time. He got himself a cushy new job, a snappy new (to him) car, and of course the Trophy Wife. (That’d be me.)
Nope, it’s my birthday, I turn 36 and I don’t feel bad about it at all. Why? Because I wanna be 40. You gals look like you’re having the time of your life. I can’t wait.




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