And she does it with class and finesse, as usual. Yes, that's right, HRH Tonya ushered in the Big Four-Oh thirty-six minutes ago with nary a whine nor groan as her bones creaked off to bed. While the government may consider her to be the 40 years as ascribed by her birth certificate, she will forever be as immature as those of us who know and love her.
As they say, you're not getting older, baby, you're getting better. Happy birthday, Tonya!