I'm getting old

I think, nearing a month after my birthday, it is starting to sink in that I'm getting scarily close to being the big 4-oh. I can't really say that it is scary I suppose, it's not like I am worrying about it, but it does seem weird to realize that I'm closing in on being one of those middle aged women that peruse advertisements for wrinkle cream, hair dye, and .... nah... that's not me. I could never dye my hair, and any lines I get on my face are well earned. Besides, I might not get gray hairs, my gramma didn't have any, and my mom didn't have gray hair. I have at least another 40 years before I have to start thinking about if I'm going to be gray or not based on them both. Wrinkles... they're not showing up yet, so I ain't worried.