Samantha: Thanks for getting my undies back.
Jake: Thanks for coming over.
Samantha: Thanks for coming to get me.
Jake: Happy Birthday, Samantha. Make a wish.
Samantha: It already came true.
Sixteen Candles, 1984
 

Yeah, that's right, in three days I'll be 41. How is that even possible?! Forty totally sucked health wise and forty one isn't shaping up to be much better, but I figure, as I do with, oh, pretty much everything on the planet these days, this too shall pass and if I can just hold out and not like die or anything until 42, well, hey, it's 42, it's got to be a banner year.

Gonna be a hectic summer, that's for sure--between court and ptcs and bar and work and cougars and kids and writing and reading and all the other fun summer stuff, gah, the mind boggles. So I think it's best if I don't plan past Wednesday. Buy me a card, bitches I'm old!! :)