That Wasn't So Bad......

I have changed my mind…. I want to turn 40 every single day!

Waking up to a stack of presents (that I was not allowed to open all at once), having a great breakfast made while I read the paper, coming home to find a gift from the Dollhouse Girls, lunch with my parents, mucho messages and well wishes from friends and relatives, a massage and a great dinner after all that. It was better than Christmas because in true Aries fashion, it was all about me!

I ask you, who doesn’t want a day like that? What boy doesn’t want a Maxwell & Williams berry bowl as part of their birthday celebration? IronMan also supplied me with a complete chef’s uniform including a jacket that says “Robert, Master Chef”. Look at me, I’m Gordon Ramsey. Just kidding I'm not. Too much of a potty mouth. Just kidding. Jamie Oliver? Too young. Just kidding. Nigella maybe? I even got one of those big tall hats. They make most people look goofy, but I manage to pull it off. Even at 40!

We met my parents at my place where I was loaded down with enough tea supplies to reenact the Boston Tea Party. After a quick stop at IKEA, we went to Phil’s smoked meat house for lunch; you get a lot of beef brisket for $14! I apologize again to IronMan as my two sides where coleslaw and baked beans.

I was then taken away to a secret location (which turned out to be the Still Water Spa) for an hour long Swedish massage. When I first saw Chorine, I thought I wouldn’t feel a thing she was so small. But that girl used her forearms, elbows and hands to tenderize me like I was a piece of brisket myself. On the drive back to IronMan’s, I even managed to maintain a sense of peace and tranquility, despite Toronto afternoon traffic. Ahhhhhh…

My day was capped off with a very decadent meal that included fois gras crème brulle for an appetizer and seared scallops for a main. Yum! And then I got my final gift ~ a new belt just like the one IronMan has. He probably feared I would “borrow” it one day and he would never see it again. Best to head me off at the pass I guess.

I ask you again, who doesn’t want a day like that? If you are about to turn 40 (and I know lots of you out there are) don’t run from it, run towards it! Welcome it with open arms. Believe you me, it is just a number!