30.
Yup, 30.
It was always my "Oh, well, I don't have to do that now, I can do it when I'm old...like 30" age.
And now, I'm old, like 30. Except not.
Things I'm grateful for, at 30:
I am married to an extremely super Husband.
We have a (small) boat, a house, and a zoomy car.
My parents are far away physically, but only as far away as the nearest computer (thank you, Skype).
My job is 100% better than it was a year ago, and I have a really excellent team and 2 great bosses.
I weigh less than I did when I was 25 (and am in better shape).
Now to finish baking cakes for the peeps at work (bizarre English tradition: you bring cakes in for everyone ELSE on your birthday)!
1 comment:
The baking cakes for others on your birthday comes as just as much of a shock to the Brits when they start work, I can assure you!
Happy Birthday! It's mine tomorrow. We were at Woodbridge and Orford yesterday and I thought of your boat, the photo is good!
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