I feel as though I’ve earned this, this 30. It sounds venerable, and wise, and lovely. My most excellentest Brian threw me a surprise party, and my baby sister came to visit (a surprise as well).
At the party, a friend asked who was older, me or Fran. oooh HOOO! I laughed uproariously (Fran is 8 years younger)!!
And while there were many MANY highlights from the party, I’ll have to postpone that post until I get some pics (I didn’t take any myself). What I will offer, though, is the inscription from the card that Deb gave me:
” Fear not! Being 30 has decided advantages–you have moved up one age category, and will no longer be competing against those damned 25-29 year olds! (A pox upon their youthful, speedy legs!!) Let me know if turning the big 3-0 compels you to acquire facial piercings. I’ll gladly go and hold your hand. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”
Don’t I have GREAT FRIENDS?!