Thirty schmirty.

It's no secret... I turn 30 this year. In fact, I turn 30 in... um... math, yuck... three months and 20 days. Wow. Brutal. Anyway, I know 30 isn't old. But I know 30 is closer to 40 which is closer to 50 which is closer to 60, and, to be honest, I haven't been privy to many first-hand-viewable happily-ever-after-getting-old-life-stories. So yes, my friends, I fear getting old. I don't want to be a miserable old lady, bemoaning all the should haves and would haves (not saying I anticipate those, but that's just the vision I have in my head of "old"), with short hair curled into a helmet on my head, out of touch with everything in life I so enjoy now. So while I'm typically a WOOHOO! IT'S MY FLIPPIN BDAY-type gal, this year I've been a little wishy washy about the whole thing.

Luckily, I have a great husband and great friends, all who continue to humor my doom-and-gloom bad attitude about this birthday while also assuring me life will not end come July. Everyone has been so fantastic, offering to plan, attend, etc., something special for my birthday. But in my brainfreeze of not wanting to think about it, I decided I'd just gather my friends and go get dinner and drinks. I should have known my friends wouldn't let me get away with that. :) Leave it to the fantastic Rachel, with her endless supply of creative ideas, to come up with something even Brad labels perfect, and to know exactly how to approach me. And to make it top secret, so not only do I have a fun mystery to wait to unravel.... I literally can't stress about the details because Rachel is being sneak sneak about it and is just taking care of business for me. So an abundance of hugs to Rachel for sweeping me off my feet, and to all my other friends for putting up with my silly crap. Here's to a great party, and you all better be there!