What does it meant to be 40?
I’m still in a bit of a fog about it – where did my 30’s go?
Oh, yeah. That’s right: I spent them preparing to be unprepared to be 40.
So: what does it meant to be 40?
Newly divorced, a broken tooth in my head that’s beginning to sing, and no money to fix it.
Last night I locked myself out of my apartment and had to crawl in through the window, all because I needed toothpicks to check the readiness of the cake in the oven.
Happy Birthday, y’silly, old bastard.
Even though you never told me when your birthday is (was)…Happy Birthday, cae!!!
Hee – thanks Ren. I’ll bet you’re all old and smelly too now, eh?
You’ll always be older & smellier….
😉
poop.