Get out your party hats

Guess what today is?

I am forty-seven years old today. Forty. Seven. As in three-years-from-fifty years old. Ack. Yeah, not so "thumbs up", kid on the right.

How come I don't really feel that old? Well, some days I do, but for the most part, I feel like I'm still twenty. Except my body doesn't look twenty.

Could you image if we looked like the age we felt each day? I'd wake up all bent over and hobbling like an 80 year old woman, then I'd be young, thin, and youthful after my second cup of coffee. I'd be feeling like that twenty-year old for most the day until around 8 or 9, when I'd start aging again, my bones aching and my feet shuffling to the couch to chill.

It would be hilarious, wouldn't it? Imagine not saying to folks "How are you today?"--you could just look at them and tell. I'd see Mary over at the copy machine, weary and stooped over, looking wrinkled and years older than she really is, and I'd be like "Oh, Mary. Can't drink like you used to, eh?" and then we'd laugh. Or not.

Or you would see your grandma walking around with her Ipod on, texting the grandkids, talking all hip-hop, and you would know that her pain meds were actually working that day. Imagine the possibilities. I'm gonna have to work on this thought today--maybe from the back of my eyelids or the hammock in the yard.

Either way, I'm not a big birthday gal. I'm not looking for cake or lots of well wishes, I'd just prefer the day to be what I want to do for a change. No bill paying, ironing, cleaning up cat barf, or even vacuuming. I set the birthday standards low and I like it that way.

I'm just hoping the day includes a nap.