38

What could that number mean? Could it be the number of peanut m&m's I've eaten today?? Or the loads of laundry I've done? Or the times I've said "Don't tackle/hit/pinch/or tackle your sister today!"?

None of the above. It is my AGE! Yikes, 38. Seriously?

I know it's not old but it's almost 40. I'm really just kidding. I've never been that concerned with my age. I enjoy my birthdays and I consider getting older better than the alternative. But this year has been tough. What with our move and all the financial crap that has been going on. I feel old. I'm achey and fat and my hair is falling out. I know that it is just the stress of this year. I am ready to feel better. I've had some blood work done just to make sure everything is ok and I'm ready to start up my exercise/walking/eating right routine again. Right after my cake tonight. ;)

My lovely husband and oldest daughter surprised me last night with an iphone. I was so excited and have been having lots of fun taking pictures today.

And I'm also trying to decide if I should twitter. Or tweet, whatever. I guess probably not.

 So anyway, that is it. 38.

I think it'll be great.