Yes it's true. I am now forty years old. F-O-R-T-Y. When my mother turned 40 I walked downstairs and saw her sitting at the kitchen table in her bathrobe with a cup of coffee in one hand and her chin resting in the other. She looked really. . . well. . . bummed. I was twelve. Can you believe it? I am now the same age as she was then and I have a two year-old. Just the thought exhausts me. Mom made a really nice dinner for us last night and then we sat outside debating US immigration policy with my dad. It was THAT exciting!Today I bought myself a pair of Crocs because what middle-aged (egad!) woman doesn't deserve her first pair? Then we piled back into the car (torture mobile) and headed to Tucson. I truly do not know how people survived before air conditioning much less cars. I suppose they were smart enough to stay put. Once we settled in our hotel room we were excited to get out and about for a bit until we realized that we could not leave the dogs in the room (hotel policy). Josh suggested we leave them in the car and I told him that was a splendid idea if we wanted to have roasted corgi in a few hours. So we ordered over-priced room service and Josh and Ben promptly fell asleep at 8pm on the Saturday night of my 40th birthday. I quietly sang "Happy Birthday to me" while feeling really sorry for myself. Then I pulled out my flashlight (that only works when I press the power button continuously) and started to read my new Laurie Notaro book. It could have been worse. The a/c could have been busted. p.s. To all of you who sent birthday wishes, I thank you. The rest of you are out of my will.