Sing with me now, this is 40 (four)!

I think I used that stupid title on one of my other birthdays. What can I tell you? I lack originality.

So. Yeah. I'm 44 today. FORTY-FOUR! At least it's one of those repetitive-digit years. I think those are cool. It was cool when I was 11, it's cool today.

Marvin surprised me with some extra gifts today.

Arf

Who hearts himself? He got a particular charge out of the "Clarence Clemons: His new knees ROCK" headline.

He also got me More, the magazine for women over 40. I will be really annoyed if I end up liking it.

I once made fun of my friend Stacy for reading Oprah magazine, and then as soon as I opened it up, I just loved it. Seriously, do you read that magazine? You know how you read those decorating magazines or gardening magazines, and you feel a sort of desperate need to revamp your entire living space? Or you read a beauty magazine and you want to spend $80,000 on plastic surgery THAT AFTERNOON? When you read Oprah, you just feel like, oh. Everything's great in the world! It's a rewarding periodical, I am not kidding you.

At any rate. I will not be officially 44 until 4:52 p.m. Because that's when I was born. And you know I kind of get perky right around then? When I freelanced, my most productive time was 5 to 9 p.m. I came up with a theory that people born in the morning are morning people, and vice versa. Don't you hate it when people say "vice-a versa"?

My grandmother once told me that if you're really quiet right at the time you were born, you can hear the number clicking over in your head. In retrospect, I think she said that so I'd shut the hell up and stop screaming around my birthday party. But do you know I can never remember to listen for the click? I always think, Crap. It's 6 p.m. I forgot the click.

It's also Ginger Rogers' birthday today. I'm certain we'll call each other.

I guess that's all I have to say about my birthday.

89 thoughts on “Sing with me now, this is 40 (four)!

  1. Happy birthday, June! 🙂 I hope you have a day where all your subjects and verbs agrees, where everyone uses their punctuation right; and that no one ends a sentence with a preposition in.

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  2. I shall have to find out when my morning person husband was born, because I was born at 10:28 PM and that’s right around the time I hit my peak working hours. Or it was, before I had to conform to the rest of the world and their brilliant idea that the workday should start at 7:30 am.
    Happy birthday June! And remember, if it’s YOUR birthday cake, there are no calories in it. Fact.

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  3. Happy Birthday you little whippersnapper you. I don’t mean that you are a dominatrix and Marvin is your “subject” unless of course you are. Then I wish you lots of assless black leather chaps and stilleto knee boots.
    Ball Gags for everyone!
    Happy Birthday

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  4. Happy Day of Birth, Junay!
    Because my birthday is the second of the month, I claim the ENTIRE month as my own. Yes, there is cake every day. Not as much luck with the daily presents, but I am working on it.I’ve got you by several years. Forties, pheh! I’m shooting for FIFTY! The goal is not to be as young as possible, but as OLD as you can get! Forty-four? Did that years ago…
    Cake at 4:52. But no singing. Only a moment of silence or you won’t be able to hear the click.

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  5. Happy Day of Birth, Junay!
    Because my birthday is the second of the month, I claim the ENTIRE month as my own. Yes, there is cake every day. Not as much luck with the daily presents, but I am working on it.I’ve got you by several years. Forties, pheh! I’m shooting for FIFTY! The goal is not to be as young as possible, but as OLD as you can get! Forty-four? Did that years ago…
    Cake at 4:52. But no singing. Only a moment of silence or you won’t be able to hear the click.

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  6. Happy Day of Birth, Junay!
    Because my birthday is the second of the month, I claim the ENTIRE month as my own. Yes, there is cake every day. Not as much luck with the daily presents, but I am working on it.I’ve got you by several years. Forties, pheh! I’m shooting for FIFTY! The goal is not to be as young as possible, but as OLD as you can get! Forty-four? Did that years ago…
    Cake at 4:52. But no singing. Only a moment of silence or you won’t be able to hear the click.

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  7. Happy Birthday Sparkley Rose Blossom! Ya know, I was born at like 3 PM and I totally agree with the whole morning birth morning person thing. I am not now, have never been, nor am I likely to ever be a morning person.

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  8. Happy Birthday!
    This just reaffirms my decision not to be on Team Marvin. The bathroom hogging alone is annoying, but making arthritis jokes too? Apparently someone does not want to get laid tonight.

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  9. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
    (All caps isn’t annoying when you’re wishing Happy B-Day, is it?)
    I just found your blog a week ago and think you are funny as hell.
    Hope you got to hear the number click this time around. 🙂

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  10. Happy birthday! Mine’s tomorrow, a fellow Cancer. I was born around 8:30, which I was told was the reason that was my bedtime as a child. Made sense at the time. But I’m a night owl, so maybe your theory holds water.

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  11. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! It gets ever better, honest! And your life is pretty darn great now, so fasten your seatbelt! Thank you, Marvin, for the great gift idea (Arthritis Today)! He could become known as The Great Marvini with all of his quirks, input, blog fodder, etc.

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  12. Well, here’s to a belated Happy Birthday June!!! I’ve been in my 40s for sometime now, and it’s not so bad. About that morning/night person thing? I must be the exception. I was born 6am, on my Mother’s birthday by the way. She liked to remind me each year that she missed being served breakfast that day in the hospital due to my timing. She did the next best thing, ate an entire layer of chocolate covered cherries out of the box my Dad brought her. So, anyways, I’m not a morning person, never have been.
    Hope your birthday travels are safe.

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