And I’m going to be 40!
When?
Some day!
In eight years!
This, is me (actually, it’s When Harry Met Sally). I’m not worried about turning 30. Actually, I’m not even worried about turning 35. I’ve got plenty of time. It’s forty that worries me. And I can’t help but hear this conversation in my head, as if suddenly I have become Sally Albright who orders her chef salad, with the oil and vinegar on the side. And the apple pie a la mode…but I’d like the pie heated, and I don’t want the ice cream on top. I want it on the side. and I’d like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it. If not, then no ice cream, just whipped cream. But only if it’s real. If it’s out of a can, then nothing.
Not even the pie?
No, just the pie. but then not heated.
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Nine months, chica. In nine months I’ll be 40, and I’ll get to open the letter I wrote for myself when I was…I think, 29? Too weird.
I’ll let you know what it’s like, then. You can consider it a letter from the future. “I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.”
I’m looking forward to 40. I think I’ll finally be rolling in the dough by then. Literally. I have a fifteen year plan to get a huge bathtub full of it. Just because I can.
actually youll be 40 in 18 years not 8. youve got time to stress abt it. LOVE U!
5 years. 5 months. 7 days. But, who’s counting?
You’re already stressing about turning 40?? What??? Come on, now. Enjoy where you are right now.
omg i have been dying to watch this movie again. I should just own it… i used to but moving so many times is not condusive to keeping a few random movies around…… I can hear her crying sobby voice saying that line in my head very clearly.
wonderland girl — i think of you often when i watch that movie!