Forty Days Until I Turn Forty

My birthday is October 16. I was born into a world filled with polyester, plaid, and huge American cars.

(Is it any wonder that my tastes run towards the cheesy? I'm umbilically connected to white patent leather shoes and belts for crying out loud.)

It was 1972. My parents were probably at home watching M*A*S*H or All in the Family on TV when I decided to make my arrival. Don't worry, I wasn't born in a naugahyde recliner in front of the telly … although a certain part of me thinks that would have been extremely cool.

Know what else is kinda cool? It is exactly forty days until I turn forty. I'm not quite sure what to do with this information, yet I feel compelled to share the info with you while jotting down a list of things to accomplish by the time I turn forty.

Interesting stuff like wrestle an alligator with those Swamp People I see on History Channel all the time. Or I could become an Ice Road Trucker, also shown on the History Channel.

Perhaps "stop getting ideas from the History Channel" should go on my list.

To be honest, I probably won't actually make a list, but I would love to hear your ideas on things you think I need to do. Or see. But not eat. I don't eat weird crap. Like original flavored fro yo or watermelon.

It's too grody.


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