OK, so I've waited long enough to let it set in to post about my birthday. My 30th... That even looks old written out. I'm still having a hard time realizing that I am actually 30. I don't think I feel 30, I don't think I look 30 (I compare that to pictures of my parents' friends when they were 30, so does that even count?). As one of my coworkers so eloquently put it, "the only alternative is to die", that has eased the pain somewhat. And I keep telling myself (and everyone I know) that 30 is the new 20. Anyway, I had a great day on my birthday. It was the 13th, and I had to work, but my coworkers surprised me with an adorable balloon, flowers, cake, and pizza. Michael surprised me with a gorgeous ring!! Thanks to all who sent cards, well wishes, and birthday songs!! And to those who forgot or didn't know, don't worry, I'll be 30 (I prefer 29... again) all year!!
