Here I am… officially forty years old. 

I’ll admit, it’s not as bad as I thought.  I certainly don’t feel any differently and I don’t think I look any differently either, but who knows.  There are some out there who will say I’ve looked forty for years… LOL.

My friends threw me a surprise party Saturday night.  It was one of the best times I’ve ever had. 

I will admit… I kind of knew something was up when Ed Walsh called and told me to come over to his place because his friend’s friend had to cook a bunch of meat “THAT NIGHT.” 

My first thought was to stay as far away from there as possible.  Who honestly accepts an invitation to:  “Hey, c’mon over and help us eat a bunch of rancid meat.” 

Needless to say, there was no spoiled beef, chicken or pork… just a great time with great friends. 

If this is what it means to be forty… I have no idea why I was dreading it so much.

Of course, things could change by the time the big “FOUR-ONE” rolls around. 

We’ll have to wait and see!

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