If 80 is the new 40...

...then what's the big deal about turning 40?

My husband is turning twoscore this week. I have another five months to go. I'm in no panic.

Soon after one of our friends turned forty he brought home Frances. Sleek, sexy and racy, the Italian beauty so enraged our friend's wife that she cut off her own hair. Despite the fact that she looks adorable with new do, her husband voiced his dismay and then said not another word on the subject. Turning the old Samson and Delilah myth on its head obviously had no effect on hubby.

Whether it mainfests itself in an affair or in the purchase of a shiny red Ferrari (as was the case above), we all of us at one time or another experience a mid-life crisis. With forty fast approaching, my husband decided to make a bold move—leave a job in which he felt unfulfilled to look for something better. It only took six months to find it, not to say the wait was easy. Packing up and selling one's home, and moving clear across the ocean in an effort to build a new and better life, is hardly a crisis. Certainly not if it works, which it has done.

Happy birthday, Johnny! May all your wishes come true.