Forty

In a week, I'll be... yup, the big four-oh! For those who have gone before me, I salute you. And for those coming up soon... It's not so bad after all, especially when you realize you don't look as bad as our titas used to. Of course our moms were always the most beautiful creatures. How else can we claim a better sampling of the gene pool. Useless ramblings aside, the best way to face the inevitable aging signs of white hair, sagging portions of the anatomy, and age spots is to get tickled by the eccentricities of our past.

And if all else fails, stop and 'smell the roses' ... which now translates as the pawis on your hubby's brow, the cachichas of your toddler, the deodorant and gel of your pre-teener, the cheap cologne of your teenager... and the endless hard-sell perfume salesmen on the ground floor of Rustan's.

Better yet, I'll make a trip to the spa.