I didn't really care about turning 40, but I've been noticing a lot more wrinkles and my skin is getting like crepe paper on my neck. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think, "Who is this?"
Then I saw this ad in the newspaper last week, featuring 48 year old Lisa Rinna of Melrose Place fame.
What in the world? She's only five years older than me and she's hawking diapers already??????? If she can afford to keep her lips big, can she not afford to get her bladder strung up like everyone else??????
Anyway, it must be all down hill from here. Happy birthday to me! Next stop incontinence.
Barb made me a delicious cake with Bailey's in it. YUMMY!!!
It's so warm here right now, Barb's roses have started blooming.
From the time I was a little girl, I always knew it was close to my birthday because it marks the beginning of Hotter Than Hell in the desert.
I don't take that personally but I wonder if they sell diaper swimsuits so I can keep swimming when I'm 48?