Let Me Show You My 4-0h Face!

[themostepotente]

Today, I am 40 years old.

We have a saying here in the D: 'Every day with your head above the dirt is a good day.' I've had 14,600 good days, and I consider myself blessed.

Sometimes, I do wonder how I made it this far. There have been some crazy times. Skydiving, motorcycle stunts, train dodging and that time I tried to surf and nearly drown, bitchslapped by a ginormous wave.

This is my seventh year in fandom, and I wanted you all to know how special you are to me. You've stuck with me through the good times and the bad, and it's been like a marriage of sorts. One big, squishy porny marriage.

So, pull up a chair one and all. A sofa. A chaise. A recliner. A barstool. Let's have a party! There's champagne, absinthe, Laphroaig and Malfoy-approved brandy. Tell me about your fortieth birthdays. Or tell me how you plan on spending yours when the time comes. Ha ha - or kindly tell me to fuck the hell off, because you are NOWHERE near your fortieth and plan on staying twenty-one forever.

This year I plan on going to Japan, returning to school and WRITING SOME DAMNED FIC. And not fussing over grey fucking hairs. A good dye job works wonders, yes?

Somewhere, I know my mother's looking down on me and wishing her baby a happy birthday. This, of course, would be followed by a frown and a 'You're 40 now, it's high time you took that stupid ring out of your lip.'

*nearly sets a big fucking cake on fire with a shitload of candles*

Who's down for c and ic?

--P

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[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

My 40th birthday was spent in Bardstown, Kentucky. My sister, our youngest brother and his fiancee and I went to KY in search of particular whiskey decanters that our family collects. We stayed at the Jailer's Inn, which is a (reputedly) haunted bed and breakfast. It is actually a renovated old jailhouse! It was lovely, and the only "haunting" we experienced was on the first night, when brother and his fiancee heard a couple loud, clanging bangs in their room. Hah! We hit some shops, found some jugs, went on a walking "ghost tour" and indulged in some KY bourbon. We also enjoyed the food at the Talbot Tavern next door, where the iced tea and the green goddess dressing were to die for. A very fun trip, and I'd love to go back.

Enjoy your 40's! Remember, you're only as old as you feel, or in my case, as old as you act. That's why I'm still 12 years old! Oh, and my hair is also "chemically dependent", but who cares?

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Wow, that does sound like fun times, man. I enjoy being scared out of my wits. I am desperately trying to find a Michigan ghost hunting group to try and join up with. Mmm, and good Kentucky bourbon? HELLS YES!

Thanks for the wonderful story, Jae! *HUGS*

*hearts;