DeaconBlues wrote:
Nobody did anything crazy for my 40th - I think it's because of the attitude I adopted around 35, that each birthday marks another year that the world didn't manage to kill me (despite some innovative attempts - I was especially impressed by the incident in 1991, when we were living in a tent on the White River downstream of Mt. Rainier, and the world arranged for me to first get a massive ear infection, treated with powerful painkillers, and then hit the area with massive flooding. I was barely conscious enough to help get our important stuff, and us, to the car so we could escape - never did see that tent again...).
oooh, nice one!
I don't usually count years at all, anymore. I think in terms of Merlin, going backwards through time. I also spend so much time around people aged 18-25 that I tend to forget that the suit I'm wearing has a lot of mileage on it (to mix metaphors).
The co-worker, the one who's turning 40, has been dragging around feeling like it means she's going to be officially older than dirt and is moping. Otherwise, we'd just get her a cake.