I just finished up celebrating the final birthday of my twenties. Yep. I was informed by my mother in-law, in her schmaltzy but sweet birthday card, that I have officially entered my 30th year. You know, because your 1st birthday marks the end of your 1st year of life and your 29th the end of your 29th year of life. Hence, 29th + 1 day = well into 30th year on earth. Since I firmly believe that anything worth doing is worth doing right, I celebrated my birthday for a week and a half.
So here I am. And how do I feel? Great, actually. Bring on 30, I can totally handle it.
Happy birthday to who? Why me, of course
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