
The Big 40
Well, I’m about to turn the big 40. I honestly can’t believe it. I mean, seriously, I still sometimes think I’m twenty-three. Until I hang around a twenty-three year old. Then I realize that I’m actually forty… For my 40th birthday, I coerced Peter into taking a trip to the beach. Just the two of us. He really doesn’t love the beach like I do. I could sit in the…