On the last day of my being 38

On the last day of my being 38, I panicked a little. Like, for 5 minutes. I took a close look at the mirror for any wrinkles or age spots. Thank goodness I have oily skin, for these facial lines are still nowhere to be found! (My skin can be so oily that on extremely humid days, you can actually fry something on my face.)

On the last day of my being 38, I was with my book club friends. We had a book discussion on a locally authored book. It was a blast! I'll post about it soon. There was non-stop eating that happened as well, with a buffet lunch, a Chinese snack (the discussion was held in a Chinese restaurant, and a Chinese lauriat for dinner.

On the last day of my being 38, I received these gifts from my book club friends. I've still left them unopened, but I'm guessing that a few of them are notepads or notebooks. Yes, I'm a magnet for these things. The mug is a special gift, as it came from the author whose book we discussed on that day. It actually had poetry on it! The TWG gift is from R, who has indulged me with my ongoing tea phase.

On the last day of my being 38, I realize again for the nth time that book-ish friends are the best. They know exactly what you want. I love them. And I hope they love me back, even though I can be grumpy and moody during book discussions. Hopefully, now that I've sworn off drinking coffee, I'll be in a more cheery mood during these meet-ups.

On the last day of my being 38, I got home late and dog tired. But I couldn't complain though. I had fun, and it was a great day to end my being 38. Today, the 17th of March, St. Patrick's Day, I turn 39. Yes, it's my last year before I the 40s. I'm already getting positive vibes from 39 though. Now you have to excuse me. I need to check something in the mirror again.