Bring It On 45th Year! I'm Ready!

Ok 45th year....I'm ready for you...Throw me your wrinkles, body aches and inability to read fine print...I'm NOT afraid of you.  So what if my brain makes it to the coffee pot before my body does?  Who cares if I can't remember why I'm standing in the family room?  I got kids who can tell me what I'm doing there.  So HA! I don't even care that my hormones are making me look like the bearded lady from the carnival!  I say Bring It!  


And while we're at it, Ms. 45th Year, I don't care if you think I'm middle aged or almost 50...I can still win the age game at the county fair and come home with a ginormous stuffed animal...so boo-yah!  (completely due to my great gene pool from the parents...) 


I welcome you and embrace you, Ms. 45!  Whether you bring me age spots, forgetfulness or saggy body parts...I'm all in!  Just don't bring me balloons or clowns...{{{shudder}}}  That would be just plain mean...


Peace Out...