Happy Birthday to Me!

Today's my birthday and I'm 36. I'm not even worried about telling you that. Yes, I'm hitting the dark side of 30, but that's OK with me because in my head I'm still about 28. Since I'm about eight years off, by the time I actually feel 36, I'll actually be 44 and that will be OK too because  I'll still think, "Hey! I'm only in my mid-thirties!" I'll be so focused on that that I'll forget to be bummed because I'm actually in my forties. I may be a little bummed when I realize 36 is the dark side of the thirties, but it'll still be better than worrying about being 40 so I'll be happy. (Apologies to all you old farts out there. And I write that with all the love of a 28 year old.)

And that gal singing? I totally dance like her. That is probably the most embarrassing thing I can tell you on my birthday. So you see? When you can't do math and you dance like an 80s girl, 36 ain't so bad.