Yesterday

Tami (you know, my BFF, the Shut In, etc) had a birthday on Friday (Sept. 21). Her gift was being delivered via UPS and I missed the delivery. Arrggh! The UPS note said they would deliver Monday between 2:00 and 5:00, so I took a half day to wait for the package. What was so important? This:Isn't that awesome? Tami is a HUGE football fan, so it's just perfect for her. Yes, it's made from an actual football and even has a little pocket inside. As soon as it arrived, I called to make sure she'd be home and ran out to Pasadena (in rush hour traffic, because I'm a good friend) to present it to her. She was thrilled. She really, really loves football.

Now, it didn't dawn on my until this morning on my way to work that she turned 40! The realization hit me hard. I have this whole collection of friends (and some former friends) who were all born in 1967 and it kind of hit me that they're all 40 years old now. Bruce is 40! Chris is 40! Nick will be 40 very soon! Everyone is 40!! Okay, I may be overreacting but I've known some of these people since they still had a 2 in front of their age so it's a little strange to me. I still haven't come to terms with my own age. How can I be expected to see these guys (and Tami) as 40-year-olds? It's all beyond strange to me.

But hey, look at that purse. Isn't it neato? The company that makes them also makes basketballs (ugly), soccer balls (kind of cute), and baseballs (waaay too small, but nice for a cocktail party with the Garciaparra's). You can find them here.