My tweezer may go bad.

I spend far too many minutes everyday in front of my magnified mirror tweezing those suckahs.

It's just not right.

It's just not fair.

It comes with age, genetics and that pesky thyroid disease that annoys my life.

I finally made the plunge and bought laser hair removal treatments - thanks to Groupon.

$199 will get me six sessions (chump change when you have the ol' plastic magical money).

The logic is that this will save my sanity and maybe a bit o' self esteem.

The hair on my chinny-chin-chin will be history in less than a year.

This is a life changing event.

This could be my birthday gift to myself...

Wait, that's what this was:

I will mention that I forgot to have the halo added...

Countdown to 40... continued

In 61 hours I will be 40.

I have 61 hours left of my 30's.

I will be in sunny AZ when I phase my way into my fourth decade.

If I was born at 9:09 in the Central Time Zone, does it mean that I turn 40 at 8:09 in the Mountain Time Zone?

When I was 12 and 20 and even 30 I thought 40 was old.

I hope I never look or feel 40 until I'm 50.

I think I like this...

"make our (your) mind so like still water that beings gather around us that they may see...their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our (your) quiet."

W.B. Yeats

Countdown to 40

In 23 days I will turn 40.

In 22 days I will be flying to AZ.

It's currently 77 degrees there.

It's currently 17 degrees here.

I will spend the last day of my 30s and the first days of 40 is warm weather.

This is good.