For those significantly less cool than me, that title means “Forty.”
So, as I mentioned before, I turned 40 a little bit ago. I feel kind of neutral about it. Kevin says he’s throwing me a party in the summer, so my actual bday itself was quiet and sweet, full of lots of well-wishes and condolences.
I did get a lot of consolation prizes, too, like my first ever adult purse.
I’ve never been a purse person and am still not, so I am surprised at how many people have noticed and admired my purse now, especially considering it is usually underneath a pile of dirty beach buckets and shovels in the trunk of my car.
I know it’s in there somewhere…
Seriously, I feel like the purse is some kind of celebrity and I’m just its underqualified bodyguard.
I also got a tree for my birthday, and I was so excited about getting this tree that I guess I might be grown up after all.
During my birthday week I helped Leo pick out some dishes for me, to brighten up our glass cabinets in the kitchen.
We’re gettin’ there!
And since I already had my credit card out, I also helped Leo buy me a sweet apron with a chicken on it. Back home, I sent him and his brothers downstairs to wrap it up so they could surprise me. Ten minutes later, Leo came running upstairs.
Leo: Mommy! We wrapped the chicken for you, Mom! We wrapped the chicken!
Me: Shhh! It’s supposed to be a surprise. You’re not supposed to tell me what it is!
Leo: But I didn’t! I didn’t say “dress!” You don’t know it’s a chicken dress!
So here I am, cooking breakfast in my new chicken dress.
Minutes later we were all around the breakfast table, eating birthday sprinkle chocolate chip pancakes, and Leo started up this chant:
I say “Old Mc,” you say, “Rachel!” Old Mc!…
Say it. I dare you.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Tofu miso “steaks”
Glass noodles with vegetables
Corn on the cob