I’m not sure why exactly they call it “The Big Four Oh.” It is startlingly common to hear it called that. My mom, my mother-in-law. Maybe everyone calls it that. I don’t remember 30 being called “The Big Three Oh” though.
I’m not sure what I think about turning 40 yet. I feel pretty good. Imperfect, moving forward me. Yo holmes, onward.
Previous birthdays mentioned on the blog: 31, 32, 33 (wherein I was recovering from dental surgery and leah was taking wonderful care of me, a habit she has continued!), 34 (it was National Corndog Day. And it is again.). In 2005 I didn’t have a birthday. 36, 37, 38, 39.
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