I'm looking mighty fine in my cardigan, plaid pants and my dad's boots.
Allow me to take this opportunity to point out that my sister is really getting old. Forty is practically middle aged. I bet she might even have a few gray hairs trying to sneak their way onto her head. She's old, I tell you.
Just kidding, sis. I can't think of anyone that I would rather cross this milestone with than you. And if you should start feeling a little advanced in years, just remember that I will always be a solid thirty-one minutes older than you. I bet you're feeling younger already.
Love you bunches!