My friend Melissa turned 40 in September. She hates having her picture taken. She hates birthdays. She hates surprises. So we did all three for her and had a western themed small surprise party for her. I tell her all the time that she is getting to be older than dirt.
All my friends are nearing or have crossed the threshold of 40. Not me. Not for another 7 years. But I feel wrinkled and flubbery.
The party had the best ribs and tri-tip steak you could eat. I felt like a ate an elephant that night. Usually I don’t eat much meat, leaving that for when I am pregnant. But not this night. It was fun!