Happy Birthday!

Ahem. To me.

Yup, mine came a few days after my princess'. And I have to say, it's a whole lot more fun having your kids get excited for you.

Though I caught myself thinking as I looked in the mirror yesterday, of how my age is showing (don't ask).

Signs you're getting older:

• Your eyebrows are starting to curl.
• Grey hairs on scalp? Bah. You're beyond that; you're finding grey nose hairs.
• You look at your pictures and catch yourself thinking, Gawd, that's my dad!
• You fart when you laugh. Unintentionally.
• 9PM is 30 mins past your bedtime.
• Sexy is a blonde holding a bottle of beer. Except you're more interested in that beer.
• Your optometrist (the bastard!) tells you you're going to need bifocals in two years.
• You're starting to worry about your retirement funds, and your kids' college funds.
• You prefer plaid jackets rather than suits, fancying the university professor-look
• You get mysterious and migratory aches. Right knee, to left foot, to neck, to left knee, and back.
• You have trouble hearing when talking on the damned cellphone.
• You refer to 20-plus year olds as "kids"
• Them "kids" in turn refer to you as "uncle" (KNNCCB!).
• You're ever so tempted to consider trading in that Porsche for a minivan

Sad to say, I'm not even making these things up. But oh well, age is all in the mind, right? Right?

That being said, I'm having a blast with my ladies.

Ask me again when I hit 40- I'm probably going to need Prozac to get over the change.