…until a friend of mine pointed out that today is the 10th anniversary of my 21st birthday, and therefore I should have a drink to celebrate.
Okay, now I feel old.
(And for the record, I spent my 21st birthday at my mom’s house, because I was on spring break from college and was a nerd who did not have cool spring break plans. She gave me a birthday card. A wild rumpus was not had.)
However, I am expecting at least a moderate rumpus from MrWhatsit later on, and you all can interpret that however you would like.
Child. I’m turning 39 for the 2nd time in a few months. And I don’t know who that increasingly gray-haired woman is in my mirror (but my husband seems to think she’s still got it goin’ on . . .).