To my mother on the day after her 47th birthday.
I feel no remorse in revealing your age. It’s just a number, as they say. And hopefully you will be around long enough for it to get bigger and bigger and bigger.
Also, you had it coming when you asked, “Do people stop you on the street and give you money?” after expressing distaste with my haircut and facial scruff via webcam, last night.
“Touche,” you will hopefully say.
Because there really is no need to be embarrassed. 40 is the new 20. Look at “Cougar Town.” Look at “Sex and the City.” Look in the mirror – or the Picture in Picture, above. You HAHT, lady!
MmmHMM. Own it.
And if you’re still feeling bashful, scroll down. Read more of my blog. I’m sure you’ll find many, many – MANY – other posts by which you are far more inclined to be mortified.
