It's Not Just A Number, It's An Accomplishment

This is the last post I will write before turning into *dun dun duuuunnnn* a senior.  That's right, the next time I post anything I will have turned fifty years old.  Fifty.  Half a century.  Officially able to get an AARP discount at hotels across the country.

I'm happy to say my age doesn't depress me.  President Obama just turned fifty.  George Clooney is fifty.  Chris in the Morning is fifty.  Bonnie Hunt, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss, and Meg Ryan are all turning fifty this year too.  I'm in good company. 

I guess I just want to say an official goodbye to the years of supple skin and digestive tolerance and hello to the era of hot flashes and noisy joints.  I will embrace my newfound limitations and share the wisdom of my age.  I vow to never have plastic surgery in the name of vanity, nor will I ever become a crazy cat lady.  I'm going to try to have the enthusiasm of a child despite my years, and I will always try to improve myself no matter how old I get.

I'm turning fifty. 

Send cake.