40

well, so far, having turned 40 has made absolutely no difference in my life other than the fact that I can now officially say I am 40 when asked my age.

yes, people ask me how old I am all.the.time.

yes, I have been saying 40 for a long time, too.  I figured I might as well get used to the number.

but, no ... nothing has changed.

I still stayed up too late last night, subsequently slept in this morning, gave myself a pretty bad hair-do, took my oatmeal with me.in a bowl.to work.to eat.along with hot chocolate.for breakfast then spilled roasted red pepper soup on my new white button down at lunch.
it stained
it made me cranky
so I ate a cupcake

the only thing that really made me think about my age today happened during a therapy session.

the task, in particular, was for me to say a series of numbers that the client repeats, then plays on my mini glockenspiel.  the tunes are simple, like mary had a little lamb and doe a dear ... but this client didn't know any of the good ole songs

I challenged him on it.  like, you're kidding me that you don't recognize any of these, right? cause I learned these back in school!  that's when he said it:

well, you're old, mrs. campbell