Saturday was my birthday, and to tell the truth I was getting pretty annoyed. Sure, sure... great dinner, great parties, great friends - even many cakes! - are all fantastic indeed, but whenever I was asked how old I was no one looked at all surprised. WTF? At least polite disbelief would be nice! Then yesterday I was climbing with Francesca and she was (or was at least nice enough to pretend to be) shocked when she found out I was 41. Said she had thought I was much younger than that. I hadn't even really realized how much I wanted to hear that until it happened. ;) I mean I have all the internal validation stuff going on and all, so I don't, you know, need the external validation stuff. But yo, it's still nice to have!
Addendum: Lee Ann says "And hey, if you're asking for validation, then you should be posting a pic of yourself so we can all say, whoa, baby, that's one hot 41-year-old!" So here's me playing Twister on Saturday:
Addendum 2: The socks are the Mamluke socks from "Folk Socks" by Nancy Bush, and they were knit by Stephanie. Thanks for noticing!