I’m excited for the next few days. Girls with Grammy, my husband and I at the casino. That sounds particularly irresponsible given the current state of the economy, but I don’t care. Because I’m turning 40, and I’ll never turn 40 again. It’s going to be FUN, FUN, FUN. I’m even bringing my gym clothes – but that’s a joke. Because the only exercise I’ll be getting is at the blackjack table. I’m not even expecting to win – I’m just expecting to have FUN, FUN, FUN. I may even treat myself to a facial.
For about 30 or so hours, I will be doing whatever I want. No need to cater to the 7-year old and 3-year old, and no need to really cater to the husband (although I am happy for his company). It’s going to be all about me.
And it starts tonight, which is usually my husband’s TV night. I already told him that it’s now my TV night, which means I’m going to watch a movie he won’t like. And he won’t be allowed to complain.
For someone imminently turning 40, I’m feeling giddy like a kid. This is the life.