Well, it’s official. I’m over the hill. Or that’s what they used to say. Now I hear that 40 is the new 30. No black balloons or tombstones placed in my yard to celebrate this milestone. No, sir’ee.
Jeremy asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year and I said, “Nothing”. He came back with, “No, c’mon, I want to get you something.”
“I want nothing.”
“There has to be something you want.”
“Yes, I’m telling you what I want. I want nothing. Actually a couple of days of nothing would be even better.”
So that’s what I got for my birthday. Two days of nothing at a posh hotel in downtown Atlanta. It was exactly what this 40 year old body needed! Thank you, Honey!!!
