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.