40 rings on a tree is not alot
But 40 candles on a cake will melt the icing
40 yellow tulips are stunning
40 gray hairs is not a pretty sight
40 shades of floss make a pretty sight
40 days & 40 nights is a lot of rain
40 minutes of pain is an eternity
40 minutes of laughter goes by in an instant
40.....its all relative
Joyce!
ReplyDeleteIs today your birthday?! If so, many happy returns of your day...and to answer your musing, it's half begun! BTW, I got your request for a stamped post card. I actually have it, with a stamp from St. Croix, but I did not mail it because they were not certain of the postage. If you still like, I could put it in an envelope and mail it to you. Just let me know!
Oh Happy 40! Guess what? It only gets better. I promise.
ReplyDeleteHey You, OLD LADY. Beat me too it again, as always. (I know I'll catch up soon enough). HAPPY BIRTDAY my love. Did you get 40 candles???? I thought of you the whole day yesterday. Big hugs and kisses on your 40th! Hope you had a great great day filled with laughter.
ReplyDeleteOh and this poem is the best. Love it.
See we look so much alike. We're like the best weed ever. YOU & ME XXX
Happy Birthday, Joyce! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteAll relative but much to ponder! Happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!! I'm 40 also, and it does really feel like part of my has ended. It's almost like a clean slat to start anew, and this time we get to choose what we will become.
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