Dirty Thirty

I have to admit, I was scared to death of turning 30 this year. I considered it the loss of my youth, the end of my careless years, and the start of wrinkles and saggy boobs. Boy have I been dreading this day... At 12:00 midnight David turned to me and said "happy 30th honey!" All I could do was muddle words under my breath, "mfrmrhrmrmermr.....I don't wanna be 30." I fell asleep shortly after and woke with a complete sense of calm. I was amazed. It wasn't so bad afterall! I felt like a woman. Like an adult who had her sh** together and a damn good life! Everyone kept saying to me, "the 30's are the best years!" I can say at 7:00am that morning - they are totally and completely correct.

I told David I didn't want any parties, no drinking til' I puke, just a nice day to take in my newfound adulthood. It was a wonderful day. We spent the day at Avila Barn picking pumpkins, and ended the evening with dinner at my favorite restaurant with good friends and a cake from Madonna Inn. All in all, a fabulous way to celebrate my Dirty 30.