Being over forty means you don't care if your legs are all furry when you head to a yearly checkup.  Yet the mustache has to go!!!! I don't give a hoot about the grey but as soon as the short hair style is a bit long that has to be taken care of. I still own a zillion pairs of shoes but only wear the comfy ones most of the time, but I can still rock a pair of heels if needed.  I can finally bitch and moan about kid drivers. The crock pot is my friend and I can't stand to have the dishes left in the sink.  Just needed a moment to enjoy 40 as my knees are very creaky today.