Tomorrow (sunday) is my birthday. #41. I'm not sure if it will be a happy birthday or not. I wasn't at all bothered about turning 40. It was a milestone. An age that, at one time in my life, I didn't think I would live to see. Turning 41, however, is a little dperessing. It means that I am "in my 40's" uggh. Can't I stay 40 forever?
My husband has some special stuff planned. He won't tell me what he has planned (which is a little frightening) Don't get me wrong. Danny usually comes up with some pretty good ideas.....for the kids. I suppose I just need to give him the benefit of the doubt. Usually he asks me what I want to do...I'm scared.
So is you don't hear from me ever again....naw it won't be so bad...I hope