I suppose for some people this is a reflective moment in their lives. No longer a twenty-something, etc. I’m about the least reflective person in the world. I live in the now more than anyone I’ve ever met. Seriously, I have very few childhood memories, despite growing up in a good family, because I just don’t look back much.
My husband is giving me a Harry Potter birthday party tomorrow. Isn’t that cool? My gifts were wrapped in Harry Potter paper. He bought Harry Potter napkins, cups and plates. And we’re going to play D&D, eat low-carb chocolate cake on Harry Potter plates, drink Long Island Iced Teas out of our Harry Potter cups, open gifts, play some GTA3, and maybe watch a Netflix or two, if they come in.
Happy Birthday To Meeee!
Happy Birthday To Meeee!
Happy Birthday, Dear DeadlyAccuraaaaattttteeeee
Happy Birthday To Me!
though with my genetics it could be something else… or my wife…
I blew through that 3 years ago, and it’s not that big a deal…
Unfortunately, when my wife hit 30, her bio-clock went off, and won’t stop. I’m trying to find the snooze, but the 800dB alarm won’t stop sounding off!!!
My first 1.5 months of being 30 haven’t sucked too badly yet. In fact, I got a job after several months of unemployment!
(Oh, and just for the record, DeadlyAccurate is a super-hot woman, and her husband is unfairly lucky.)
I hit 30 back in September, and it just was. Honestly, I’m more worked up about passing my comprehensive exam in April, finding a job and finishing grad school this semester.
Maybe I’ll get worked up about 35, but I doubt it.
Enjoy the Harry Potter events.