I was walking home from the pool last night feeling young and cool when I realized that in exactly 5 months I would be turning 30. Then I started getting shortness of breath, my heart beat faster, my chest tightened and I almost died.
I can't believe I won't be in my twenties anymore. I'll really have to officially be a grown up. My knees will start to ache, I'll have to be in bed by 10:00, I'll watch the nightly news with my cup of tea, and I'll start saying things like, "Heavens to Betsey" or "Back in my day we didn't have things like GPS systems. If we wanted to get someplace we had to use a map!"
I've already started to wonder if either one of my doctor siblings can get their hands on some Juvederm for me... maybe some Botox?
Oh, this really stinks. I guess I'll put on my muu-muu and orthopedics and go cook Lucas some breakfast.