I turn 30 next week. I have been trying to think up something really great to do for my milestone birthday, and have been unable to come up with anything.. and really, 30 is just another number, and not really a big deal, I could care less that *some* people (namely, hubby, he was all depressed when he turned 30. said it made him feel old) make a big deal out of it. I just wanted the excuse to do something fun.
Then… A few days ago I had a moment. You know.. one of those moments when you think to your self “OMG, I am officially old!” What triggered this thought, you may ask? Well…. I was driving in traffic, and pulled up in the left turn lane, behind a mini-van. What do I see hanging in the window of this van? One of those suction cup hazard signs that says “Baby on Board” I actually said out loud to my self (I was the only one in the car) “OMG, that is SO 1980’s!” That is when it hit me… I am officially old.
