*43* Is the oldest I have ever been.

 

The old believe everything; the middle aged suspect everything; the young know everything.

Oscar Wilde 

I no longer know everything, and I am starting to suspect everything.  Especially readers who never comment.

*sigh*

Another birthday.

It’s not all balloons and rainbows. Or maybe it is.

I realize 43 is not really old. Unless you are 20.

Peeps who are older than 43 will say: 

Oh, you’re still a baby, stop whining.

It’s my party, let me wine whine.

My plan for today. A yummy and indulgent Lunch with a girlfriend {fish tacos!}  and we usually share a banana split too.  Bananas are healthy. 

Linds has dance line tonight at the football game, so no fancy- dancy dinner. Hot dog du jour.

Maybe we will jet off to Las Vegas in the morning. Or just sleep. I am worried about my love of sleep lately…we are really getting along.   Just writing about it makes me want to nap.

I need to find a legal way to get more pep in my step. More pizazz in my azz. More zip in my zap.

I loathe tiredness. My Unborn twin has not been extracted, so perhaps she is sucking up all my energy? Yeah, lets go with that. It is HER fault.

So who is going to party this weekend FOR me????

Remember I like good food, good wine and pretties. All sorts of pretties. The shinier the better. :)

Happy weekend!

Bee happy. (I really am)

Bee peppy. (I wish I was)

Bee sweet. (I have that all wrapped up!)