As I may have casually mentioned in the strawberry shortcake post I had a rather big birthday recently. Not to toot my own horn but I turned the big 3-0. I was hoping for some huge life revelation that would guide my future life decisions since [in case I wasn’t before] I am officially an adult-ish.
I’m still waiting for a revelation to happen.
I even ate Chinese solely for the fortune.
Okay.. I ate Chinese food for the food but if this is my epic life revelation, please let me turn 30 every day.
I also thought about having some kind of epic meltdown so I could skip a week of work or something but I figured it would be rather anti-climatic and at the end of the week I’d have to go back to work and explain myself. And I’d probably force myself to do house projects for the week.
So then I would be tired and embarrassed of the scene I caused. Instead, I chose to let it float peacefully by. Turns out the day you turn 30 is simply one day after you turned 29.
Leading up to my 30th birthday, the husband was out of town for 2 weeks for work. He didn’t really mention many plans about my birthday (at all) which is mostly okay because attention is something I rarely seek.
He turned it into the most lovely day starting with a liesurely walk through the local farmers market with fresh coffee (which is my most favorite thing ever). And biscuits.
I feel like all of those above phrases make me sound like a classy English woman.
Just in case you were concerned… I’m not.
Nor did I eat any biscuits.
I don’t remember exactly what happened midday but I think it had something to do with me taking a nap and him folding laundry.
Birthdays are great.
Since we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time and we got back home from the airport sometime after 1 AM we decided to not try to coordinate a huge party at our house. Brilliant idea.
Instead, we ended the night early with a huge piece of chocolate cake.
We woke up the next morning and spent the rest of the day weeding our back yard.
So this is 30…