Pushing 40

My doctor ever so kindly welcomed me to the almost 40 club when I complained about my achy hip.  She not so blatantly said, "Welcome to almost 40".  Yup, almost there.  But not quite.

You know you are almost 40 when you celebrate your Birthday playing old lady Bingo at a casino.  And you can't keep up with all the gray haired chain smoking ladies with their ornate bingo bags. 

You know you are almost 40 when you are the only one among your friends who did not get carded entering the casino.  Where you need to be 18!

You know when you are almost 40 when 9:00 is past your bedtime.

You know you are almost 40 when the kids and teenagers at work tell you that you remind them of their mom.  Or grandma.

You know you are almost 40 when just looking at that ice cream sundae winds up on your butt and thighs.

You know you are almost 40 when the conversations with your friends have now evolved into talking about all your various health concerns and body aches and pains.

You know when you are single and almost 40 when your coworkers remind you of your crazy cat lady status as evidenced by "all the Friday nights spent with your cats and all the Christmas cards featuring your cats". 

Key word here, folks:  ALMOST.  I'm not 40 yet, bitches!  Its better to be pushing 40 than pushing daisies.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get my "dobbers" and head to Bingo.