40 Days Till 40 (Day 38)

WHAAAT'S IN THE BAAAAAAAHHHHHHXX?!

I received a package from my mom in the mail today.  Upon opening it I discovered that it contained some of my first birthday presents for the year.   Although I don’t really want for anything (well, except money, but who in lower and middle class America doesn’t want/need more of that?), I, of course, still like getting presents.  Excitedly, I ripped off the wrapping paper.  Inside was a strange assortment of items that, when given individually, might seem relatively unrelated.  When given together, though, they seemed to spell out a very particular message.

Inside the box were the following items:

·      A workbook about the decade in which I was born, the 1970’s 

(My favorite part of the book was the section on “The Seventies Wardrobe”.  Apparently women were wearing either hot pants or Annie Hall style clothes, while men wore either punk rock clothes or bellbottom suits.  Ha.)

·      A picture of me as a little kid about to blow out the candles on my birthday cake (in a frame that said “Birthday”)

·      A craft magazine from the year I graduated High School (with a painted sweatshirt design that was indeed painted on a T-Shirt for me)

·      A tube of “Buxom” waterproof mascara, because, well, uh…it was probably a free sample

·      Various eye and wrinkle creams in a zip-up vinyl pouch from Botox

·      The February 2014 issue of Prevention (the magazine to help you be “Fabulous at 40+”)

·      A CD entitled “Prosperity:  Music and Meditations for Unlimited Abundance” (with a Post-It Note that read, “It can’t hurt to try!”)

·      Magnets with a French theme, including the cover of Le Petit Prince and pictures from Paris (Probably because I speak semi-fluent French?)

·      Four Leaf Clover Earrings and a button that said “Shake Your Shamrocks” (I assume in honor of the trip to Ireland for which I am saving)

·      A flowery heart-shaped pin

·      A book called Sugar Detox about overcoming sugar addiction and eating healthily (the cover of which shows a close up on a pair of hands with the worst manicure I’ve ever seen)

You’ve probably guessed it…this was my “Welcome to your 40’s” Box. 

Not unlike the time she gave me the book 10 Stupid Things Women Do to Mess Up Their Lives (right after I became—briefly—engaged to someone I dated before my now ex-husband), I was reminded that my mother has a funny, if not quirky, sense of humor.

Until tomorrow, Lovelies…. 

*For 2/10/14.  Only 3 days to go!