When I turned 25, I had some ridiculously stupid list that I wanted to fulfill. Obviously, I didn’t find it stupid at the time, but looking back, things like “Ride bareback” and “Get Kissed in the Rain” were not really important. (Although the latter? Very cool and snared me a husband.)
In two weeks, I leave my 20s behind and start a new chapter.
Somehow, at 25, this is not quite where I thought I’d be at 30.
BUT! Hey! It happens! Exclamation point!
We had planned to go to New Orleans for my birthday weekend (there are luxuries afforded to being born on a three day weekend), but um, DING DONG HALLO, we have no money. So instead, my in-laws are coming in to visit.
I’ll let that sink in.
No, really, I love my in-laws, I do. And it will be nice to have extra hands around. And it’s been since Christmas that they’ve seen the boys, and they need to know what they’re in for with the whole grown-up-grandchildren thing.
In other, sort of unrelated but maybe entirely (passive aggressively) related: would you ever tell a child .. who you’ve proclaimed as a worrier .. that a teacher “has it out for” them? During the second week of school? WOULD YOU DO THAT? No you wouldn’t. Because you’re sane.
So, back to my birthday, I am thinking that 30 has got to be stellar compared to 29. I’m kind of hoping for a less eventful year .. decade, even .. and what will contribute to that, in large part, will be my ability to drink through the entire duration of this coming decade.
And with that, I leave you with my newest obsession: This Thing the Kids Call YouTube.