The “F” Word
Less than two months and counting.
I’m not taking this whole turning forty thing very well. It consumes my every thought and no matter what I do, it won’t go away. It’s like a bad blister on this butt we call life.
I think the thing that has me most bugged.. is I have so little so show for these last four decades on earth. Most people my age are married… have children… and are (at least they appear to be) happy.
My twin brother is excited to turn forty… he’s welcoming it while I’m trying to run from it…. and trust me, I really am running from it. If I’m going to turn forty.. I’m going to do whatever it takes NOT to look it. I work out like nobody’s business. People keep telling me not to worry about my age. They say forty is the new twenty… somehow I’m not buying that.
I guess we’ll see in November when the big day hits.
God help the first person who utters the words, “Lordy Lordy.”
I wish I looked as good as you do when I turned 40 and had as much going for me as you do when I turned 40. You have lots of good friends and a job that you doing an INCREDIBLE JOB AT AND ARE THE BEST REPORTER IN NORTH LOUISIANA. HOPE YOU ARE STILL DOING GOOD ON QUEST TO STOP SMOKE. Don’t let this stop your progress….