~!~!~!Happy Birthday To Me~!~!~!

Today is my birthday. I'm 42 as my dd keeps reminding me, in a chant, How old are you? 42!, over and over. I remember thinking how old that sounded when I was a teenager. I admit I'm surprised that I don't have any of those aches I remember my parents complaining about. Teeth- good, bones and muscles-good, eyesight-good, hearing-fine. Now that I've taken this inventory I'm waiting for everything to go to h*ll. I even feel like another pregnancy would be fine. Dh, however, has said he doesn't want to buy himself depends while buying the baby diapers. I guess I'll hang on for 15 years and dote on grandbabies. No big celebration here. The kids made cupcakes. I have a basketball game to go to for L and a Cub Scout committee meeting after that. I guess that means I won't be closing a bar down for my big day!