I only have 145 days left of being in my 30's. In 146 days, I'll be 40!
The clock is ticking.
I have so many things I'd like to do before I turn 40, like:
- Climb Mount Everest
- Find the "real killer" in the O.J. case
- Get George Clooney to return my calls
- Lose 40 pounds
- Join a gym
- Find out where these gym things are
- Finally master PowerPoint
- Give up my nap(s)
- Go (indoor) skydiving
- Have 2.5 kids
- Learn how to run ten feet without barfing up a lung
I picture myself waking up on my 40th birthday with an abundance of chin hair, an AARP card in my mailbox, a closet full of mom jeans and my radio tuned to the classical station. When you're 40 you have to be a grown up. You have to watch grown up shows on television. You have to sit at the grown-up table at Thanksgiving. Basically, you're boring. I don't want that. I still want to be cool, well, as cool as I am now. I want to make my nieces and nephews laugh by chasing the car when they leave and doing elevator, escalator and stairs (think Austin Powers). I still want to be the cool Aunt.
Oops, gotta run. It's my nap time.