…so I’m sitting in the waiting room, waiting, for my “Hey, you’re turning 40 soon and you’d better have a cover-all-your-bases” doctor’s appointment.
*laughing*
When the heck did I get to be almost 40?
…so I’m sitting in the waiting room, waiting, for my “Hey, you’re turning 40 soon and you’d better have a cover-all-your-bases” doctor’s appointment.
*laughing*
When the heck did I get to be almost 40?
Tony Caselli 
I’m right behind you, my friend! Except I’m pretty sure they won’t make me turn my head and cough.
If they do, I think you’ve either got a clear case of harassment or a doctor that is really, really bad at their job!
Almost Forty…
I remember “almost forty”. What a thrilling time for you. Now, “pushing fifty”, that’s when the really tubes and needles come out.
Re: Almost Forty…
Oh GREAT! *laughing* Thanks Anonymous Poster, with your big foreboding commenting – you can’t just scare me like that and run away without leaving your name! That’s like throwing a bag of flaming poo at my porch and hiding in the bushes! 🙂 I mean, needles and TUBES. Yikes!
Know what? You still do Prince’s dance moves better than all the 20-somethings I know. And baby, you don’t need no doctor appointments for THAT!
JZ
Thanks JZ!
In response to this comment, I just spun twice, did the splits, came back up into another spin and called myself funky.
No, really.