That's what an old family friend/home teacher from Hawaii wrote on my Facebook wall, which is so sweet, being as today is my birthday and all.
When I was a teacher at BYU-H, I used to tell my students that Facebook was creepy.
Well I've changed my stance. Facebook isn't creepy at all. It's AWESOME! In fact, I'm just sitting here hitting refresh over and over on my Facebook page to see which true friend is going to wish me a happy birthday next.
For those of you who want to know how forever young I am, let me just say, last year I was forty somethin' somethin', and this year I'm forty somethin' somethin' somethin'.
You get me?
My daughter just asked me what age I would choose to be if I could go back in time. I thought for a minute and said, "40." Her jaw dropped. "But that was only two years ago!" she said.
Is it weird that I would choose to be forever young at forty?
It's just that at 20 I was worried about being lubbed, and at 30 I was worried about not being lubbed.
At 40 it finally dawned on me . . . what's lub got to do with it? (Seriously, what's lub but a second hand emotion?)
Speaking of lub . . . my new puppy is soooooo darn cute! I probably say I lub you Lulu at least a hundred times a day.
Call it coincidence, or call it staying up until 3 a.m cleaning the house for my Mother's Day party, but I got this annoying sneezy, stuffy-nosed, itchy-eyed head cold a few days after we brought that cute puppy home.
And now my daughter has planted a subliminal fear in my head.
WHAT IF I'M ALLERGIC TO LUB?
Wouldn't that just be par for the course of my rolling stone-cold heart!
Well, I gotsta go see who is and isn't my true Facebook friend.
Happy forty somethin' somethin' somethin'th birthday to me!
P.S. Please (please, pretty please) don't hold me responsible for anything I may have said which appears disjointed or paranoid, as I am under the influence of Nyquil (and fear).
P.S.S. Martha, I'm going to miss your birthday sandwiches today! (sniff)