I love throwing parties, gifts, celebrating birthdays and all that, and as such, usually look forward to my own birthday for a few months in advance.
But we’ve just bought and moved into our first home, which has occupied all our time for the last month, so the arrival of my 30th birthday today has almost gone unnoticed. Granted, we did have a bit of a housewarming party/birthday party on Saturday with a few family members and friends, so I can’t claim that I’ve been left out in the cold.
But omg, now I have to tick the box that says 30-39 rather than 21-29!
I hit 30 in March. It’s still weird, even though the only difference I’ve noticed is I don’t get carded anymore, at least hardly ever. And I like getting carded, seeing as I’m 30!
Happy birthday, and my condolences. It’s all downhill from here. You’re going to have to limit your conversations to your arthritis. You must now, by law, wear old-people underwear. All music will now be too loud. And “new fangled” will enter your lexicon.
The only upside is that now you can say “Damn kids today!” with some authority.
Happy birthday! But you’re just a baby (or is that a babe? ). All this talk of downhill and old age sounds ridiculous to me . . . because I passed my 30th birthday almost 34 years ago. You are all youths, youngsters or, dare I say it, whippersnappers! (What the hell is a whippersnapper, anyway? Anybody know?)
Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!And congrats on the house! Hope you still have one when you’re 64.
). All this talk of downhill and old age sounds ridiculous to me . . . because I passed my 30th birthday almost 34 years ago. You are all youths, youngsters or, dare I say it, whippersnappers! (What the hell is a whippersnapper, anyway? Anybody know?)