Thirty
Yep. I'm thirty today. That feels really odd. And you know what I did to celebrate?
I sang for a funeral.
Not kidding. (Not anyone I knew, either.) The irony was high and amusing-- the one of us who was traumatized by the big round number birthday is the one who was at a funeral today.
It's the husband's birthday, too. He is four years, six hours and eleven minutes older than me.
Seriously, we got presents, we had a nice dinner, and he brought me cake at choir practice. (Awww.)
Still, though. Thirty. Weird.
I sang for a funeral.
Not kidding. (Not anyone I knew, either.) The irony was high and amusing-- the one of us who was traumatized by the big round number birthday is the one who was at a funeral today.
It's the husband's birthday, too. He is four years, six hours and eleven minutes older than me.
Seriously, we got presents, we had a nice dinner, and he brought me cake at choir practice. (Awww.)
Still, though. Thirty. Weird.