Barely into 2009, and I'm plagued by potential 40 year olds, some more precariously perched on the edge of trauma than others. Middle age is obviously contagious, if that hot flashes experienced this morning are any indication.... what else could possibly explain the desire to shed an outer layer in sub 10 degree weather? Either that or I have been in this country waaaay too long!
What is it about hitting a new decade that makes people silly? It's just a number. Yet, Emma's being stoically brave, conjuring up myriad ways in which to soften the blow, and Shruti was deeply depressed every time someone acknowledged the fact she was 30!! Don't remember it as being any different from 29.....I rather liked being 30. It allowed my unbridled satisfaction to be able to turn to my roots and proclaim that I was now THARTY! THARTY THREE was even better :p. My mother however, is not amused by my penchant towards rather vocally embracing my THARTIES. Messes with her fairy tale chronological assertions about her age.
As I will now only have a year and a bit to gloat over the triumph of Bengal, indulge me while I bandy about my THARTY nine years with great pleasure. Forty isn't going to be nearly such fun....
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