I'm glad I'm 39 during a Leap Year. I get one extra day of my 30s before the big 4-0 comes next year. I've been considering pulling a Jack Benny (an old-timey entertainer for all you young whippersnappers) and staying 39 the rest of my life, but that seems kind of sad. I'm not really afraid of 40. I was never one of those kids who thought people in their 40s were old. Plus, I keep telling myself, hey, Sheryl Crow's in her 40s and look at her! Then again, I don't really want to be Sheryl Crow.