Thursday, May 05, 2005

And so it begins...

In an hour and a half, I will enter into age thirty. I promised myself on my twenty-ninth that I would do something outrageously daring to mark the end of my twenties, but I've done nothing extraordinary, really. There will be no party tomorrow, no mark of real recognition. I wanted an extravagant party, something I've been telling my husband for a year now, but he never got around to planning one for me. Doesn't matter, though. I'll throw one for myself next year, on my second annual thirtieth birthday. ( :

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notsogoldenboy said...

I think I became more fun at 30. Age gives a certain confidence. Enjoy. Keep writing.