And me. Tomorrow we're both....30.

• I am THIRTY.
• Oh, hello, I'm 30 years old.
• How old am I? How old are YOU sir!
• A lady never tells her age.
• I am 3 decades old.
• I am no longer in my 20s.

It's true, Garfield and I share the same exact birthday. I like to think I am older though since I popped out around 2a.m. and seeing as how Garfield is famous for his laziness, I'm sure he didn't get up until noon.  I bet my mom roller her eyes when she read "popped out."

Do kids today even know who Garfield is? Did I just say "kids today"? Am I allowed to say that now?

So tomorrow I will be older and wiser, right? I will wake up with the secret, sacred knowledge that only those who have made it to the 30 year mark are allowed to have.  Is there hazing involved? Am I the only one excited about this? Geeeeez.

How am I celebrating? Let's see, I'll treat myself to a delicious cup of coffee when I wake up in the morning, no doubt having been woken up by a phone call or perhaps fireworks.  Then I will sit down at my computer and relax until it's time to go to work. Oh...shit. That's every day.

Well, only a few more hours of my 20s. Better go out and do something reckless and stupid while it's still socially acceptable.

Who am I kidding? Anyone?