I
just saw a posting on Facebook from one of my childhood friends about how his
wife surprised him with a trip to Las Vegas for his 40th birthday.
I started telling my husband how cute this was (wink wink) so he could get a
clue for mine. It started out cute and then in a split second the conversation
went amok.
ME:
His birthday isn’t until the end of the month. That’s so nice she got a jump on
that. (I look up and Ian is mildly paying attention to me) Oh wait is she late?
Isn’t he already 40? Wait am I turning 40? (My eyes get big as saucers) Oh no! Wait he
IS turning 40 and I am turning 39. Phewwww! Close call I almost over-reacted
about nothing!
Ian:
(rolling his eyes) You’re a real mess! What just happened?
Me:
Hey I am going to handle turning 40 with grace and dignity.
Ian:
I highly doubt that.
Me:
Yeah you’re probably right. More
likely I will be sporting some kind of crop top with blond hair, maybe bangs,
or even Botox!
Ian:
At least you’re being realistic now.
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