40 friggin' 4.
Nice number as numbers go. Double fours. Even number. Square. Four.
And the whole forty thing doesn't really bother me so much. Anymore. Turning 40 did. Turning 40 was like some death knell. And then I realized when I woke up on my 40th birthday that when I looked in the mirror I looked exactly like a 39 year old.
So, yeah. 44. Actually, I sorta wear it as a badge of courage or war ribbon. I exercise ruthlessly, I take care of myself and I indulge (perhaps ruthlessly, as well). My life is rich and full.
In fact, I'm not really sure I could ask for a better life.