as you know, this year i turned the big 3-0. yeeeeee.
i actually didn't mind at all, in fact i sort of liked it.
although they were a lot of fun, i felt totally ok with sayin sayonara twenties.
but then this week my best good friend turned 31.
wait, wait, wait.
31?
nards.
that seemed so much older than 30? why? its not. in fact since i was about four years old, i have known that 31 comes after 30, duh, but for some reason when i wished her a happy birthday my head was spinning. maybe it is because now that means we are thirty-something. like you know, when gals chit-chat and say, "i don't know she's in her thirties." oh ga. its not bad, it just seems...oh so grown up. and frankly, i could use a few more years to sort out a couple things in this grown up life of mine. i mean lets face it, stupidity and confusion are waaaaaay cuter when you are twenty something.
so i asked my friend if these wackadoodle thoughts at all flowed through her mind and she had the best response. "YES! what the hell? I am old. old. old old. BUT it's ok, i would much rather be turning 31 than 21 all over again."
amen sister. a-men.
