For all my banter, 40 isn't really bothering me (that much). I think last year was worse, because 39 was simply the precursor to 40. :)
And it's been a good birthday celebration. Last weekend, I went with 5 girlfriends to Las Vegas for a wonderful weekend that included lots of free drinks, almost naked dancers, slot machines, white lion and white tigers and baby dolphins. Did I mention the almost naked australian male revue?
Last night, I went out to dinner with Don and John, and tonight is Book Club--mostly an excuse to drink a lot of red wine and eat cheese and olives--with a weekend trip to Walla Walla in the works.
I'm really looking forward to being home next weekend. It's been too many weekends on the road.