I just looked in the mirror and thought, “Wow, I look like a 40-year-old person who just had a helluva week, hauled herself up from a tiny nap, ratted her hair, put on a sort of sexy slip with a cardigan over it and her most forgiving jeans and is heading out to a bachelorette party for someone who is still in her 20s.”
Ah, clarity. Which is what you get when you are 40licious. But still.
But I feel so … 40.