OK, as excited as I am about starting this blog with my best bud Cheryl, I have to admit I wince every time I see “40″ on here. I guess I just can’t believe I’m turning 40. I don’t feel 40. Heck, I don’t even feel 39!
I think there’s a part of us, mentally, that always stays 23. If you’ve read Sophie Kinsella’s “Twenties Girl,” you know what I mean. It’s about a 105-year-old-woman who dies and comes back to haunt and hang out with her grandniece. In her ghostly mind, she’s still a 23-year-old flapper looking for parties and cute clothes. I guess that’s kind of how I feel at 40. (The book’s awesome, too!)
But, turn 40 I must. The only other option is kicking the bucket by February 4, which isn’t a very attractive option. So the least I can do is embark on this new decade looking hot!