I’ve only got few more days left in my 37th year. But hell, I’ve accomplished a lot.

• Got through one marriage
• …and divorce.
• Have a wonderful 10 year old daughter.
• Own a home.
• Have  a career I love.
• Have a better rack than I’ve had since my early twenties ever had. This is considering the perfection when my boobs when they are naked and unsupported.
• Own a car.
• Unless you count Twitter, I have no crazy addictions.
• My tummy is flatter than it’s been in 10 years.

I can’t lie. The purpose of this post was totally for ME! I needed a moment to reflect on where I am in life. Hell I’m the one turning 38 on Saturday.

Generally birthdays don’t scare me. But this one is different. I’ve always felt older than I was…UNTIL NOW. I feel younger than my “late thirties”.

May the years (ahead) of denial begin.

On my last day in California it was time to get some major beach time in. This involves sitting on sandy beaches until I get too hot. Then jumping in the ocean to cool off.

Simple enough.

To make it even more fun, I like to body surf the waves. So that’s what I did.  But with the excitement, there is a downside.

Ocean waves are powerful. Playing in them can cause unexpected wardrobe malfunctions. Clearly I’m not new to these as you may remember from my peep show post earlier this week.

From experience yesterday, I learned that it is very easy to lose your bikini bottoms to your ankles and for your tightly tied halter bikini top to shift. Both happened. Many times.

But come to find out, this is common in San Diego. Check out what Kelli did this weekend. At least I’m in good company.

What I learned: no amount of wardrobe tape could have kept my nipples covered or kept my bottoms on. So sometimes you just need to be grateful for having tanned boobs and a tanned bum. And I am.