The start of something beautiful

Fuck! I'm 40! I guess it had to happen eventually. At least I've managed to milk it quite substantially: party with friends in Melbourne, new bike, new clothes, lavish dinner, cake and of course, a tattoo. It is a work in progress and will eventually be about half as big again, and coloured. But three and a half hours under the needle was as much as I could tolerate.
My dear husband designed it and paid for the first installment. The next session isn't until mid April, so plenty of time to heal. And I must say it hurt like hell and the past 48 hours have been very uncomfortable. So all up I'm looking at about 3 months of ongoing pain to see it through. Which brings me to the birthday card that greeted me on the dining table on the morning of the 40th:
I didn't know if I should kiss him or take out a restraining order.
The girl made me an origami whale and a beautiful card that said "Happy Boofta". Cute. The gang from the lab took me out for lunch (I had a very nice potato and salmon fritatta which was nicely seasoned with dill and pepper). And on Friday we are having cake for morning tea. So all in all, I've stretched this boofta over almost three weeks. Noice. I might turn 40 again next year.