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?
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