So! I turned 40 years old today. It was not traumatic. Mostly I think birthdays that end with zero are just fantastic excuses for bigger celebrations.
A while back, I told Adverb that all I wanted for my Milestone Birthday was for us to take a great trip somewhere. So when some friends of ours who live in San Francisco announced that they were getting married on Labor Day weekend, I was like, score. A fabulous trip, right after my birthday, to a place I've always wanted to visit? Perfecto.
We leave in the morning. (To any bad guys who may be reading this: there will be people staying at my house, so don't make the mistake of thinking there's no one around.) Bags are packed.
My real present is the trip, of course, but this evening my hubby also treated me to a pre-vacation date: Julie and Julia (which we both thought was great fun) at the Movie Tavern. We sat in the back and giggled like fools, ate pizza and drank beer, and partway into the movie, a guy quietly and magically appeared with refills. Gotta love the Movie Tavern.
Oh, and also?
I wore sparkly devil horns all day. Just because I could. Let's hear it for celebrating every day like it's a birthday that ends in zero!