I’m 29. Tomorrow sometime, I will graduate from the twenties and move into the thirties. ACK! I still haven’t quite figured out how the birthday thing works when you are way out of your birth time zone.
It doesn’t quite seem possible that I can be entering this oh-so-grownup decade. For Pete’s sake, I still forget to buy toilet paper.
Anyway, for about 8 years, I’ve been a little concerned that entering the 30’s would bring a metamorphosis of anchorwoman hair and soccer mom style. So, I’ve decided to document the process for posterity.
Here I am as of this morning:
In other thoughts, if you HAVE to turn 30, it is kind of fun to do it in an exotic land. AND I get to ride the train AND go to Zumba tomorrow. What more could a girl ask for?