40 was the New Year’s Eve of birthdays. And I’m not a fan of New Year’s Eve. There’s always a lot of random, weird, and misplaced energy flying around. It’s the drunk bat colony of days. Way too much blind expectation.
And that’s how I felt about last year in general. It was fine. But I’m glad it’s behind me.
Here’s to 41st street!
*Photo from TwitC
Happy Birthday! Hope you have the most perfect day, full of everything you love.
Happiest of birthdays. I’ll be 41 in a couple of months and I have to say I’m liking the 40s a lot more than I thought I would.
WOW, for being a short month, I sure do have a lot of friends with February birthdays. I’m a few years older than you, Laura, but I enjoy and am inspired by your posts & writings. (shh – No one would think I’m 56) Happy birthday!!
Happy happy, Lola Mae! You are a pretty great friend to have around.
Happy birthday, lady! I hope the day was as kickass as you are!