Oh the Horror
Okay, so I was fine with turning forty. Fine with it. Downright cheerful in fact. So why is my body smacking me in the head? It's like the little misery-maid who lives inside of me woke up and said, "Wow, she seems actually happy. Must do something about that."
See, I'm okay with the forty thing, because I look a couple of years younger. But if I'm going to go into goddamn menopause, that is just so not okay with me.