I am 40 days away from turning 40. This is a major milestone for most women; men don't seem to mind this one as much. For some reason, it does not bother me. I considered having a party since I am fortunate enough to have my birthday fall on a Saturday, but there is also a curse: my birthday is on Valentine's Day. I guess as far as holiday birthdays go, it could have been worse. I know that Christmas babies complain a lot. I have lots of childhood memories of gifts in the shape of hearts, red sweaters or pink teddy bears.
The upside was my 21st birthday where my dormroom looked like something from the Rose Bowl parade. Friends and family sent flowers, 14 bouquets in all.
When I turned 35, I had 600 elementary school students sing Happy Birthday to me at a Valentine's Day Dance.
So maybe I will have a party anyway. I have 40 days to decide. Maybe no one will come but maybe there are friends out there that don't want to fight the restaurant crowds on the biggest date night of the year.
If you invite anyone who's been married more than two years you'll have a packed house. Valentines Day is worthless after you've shared a bathroom with someone for more than 24 months.
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