The first step is admitting it, or something like that

So I'm going to be 40.  Like soon.  Like not in 11 years which is generally what I encourage my kids to tell people.  Like really soon.

I'm in semi denial.  My family has been warned to simply let it pass quietly.  Unless they want to get me something cute then by all means we can acknowledge it for the 10 seconds it takes for the unwrapping process. 

Anyway...did I say I'm in denial?  I had decided to just not even think about it for now.  To set aside some time, at a later date, to begin the process of acceptance. 

And then I got a card in the mail.  Addressed to me.  Directed to me.  About me.  With a big old freaking 40 right on the front.  Silently cussing in my head I opened the card to find it was not from someone out to push me over the edge, not from a telemarketing company telling me I won 40 bottles of shampoo or something equally exciting, not from Carnival Cruise lines telling me I won a free trip for me and 40 of my closest friends.

Oh. No. 

It was from the one person in the whole world who I thought would NEVER acknowledge that I'm actually old.....the one person I thought would indulge my fantasy of being forever in my 30's because it would make me happy and didn't matter if it was delusional....the one person who I was hoping could also not mentally accept this whole 40 nonsense and would be willing to join me in my various phases of denial, i.e. lie and tell people I'm 29.

MY GRANDMOTHER

And so reality sets in.  If your Grandma says it then it's pretty much a done deal.

P.S. I know my aunt shows her this website so I hope she knows I'm kidding.  Sort of.  :)