WOOHOO!!!!
I admit that this might be an odd reaction to turning 30. I mean, most people seem to try to ignore getting older, or pretend that somehow the aging process works in reverse for them. But what the hell, in four days I WILL HAVE SURVIVED UNTO A THIRD DECADE.
And frankly, I think that's a damn amazing thing.
I mean come on, we have soldiers out on multiple fronts, terrorist attacks all over, and an obscene crime rate (and think about this; crime rates only represent the reported crimes... High crime rate in your city? Your local PD must be doing SOMETHING right!). Drunk drivers are on our streets, not to mention the mental condition that turns nearly every Ohio driver into a complete moron when a little snow or rain hits the highway...
Yup. I don't deserve a purple star, but if someone bought me a coffee mug with some tasteless gag about turning 30, I'd drink from it every day with pride... you know, until I hit 40, and then I want a new mug! So that birthday present? I'll take it in pride, and all the good-natured ribbing and pranks, and even the spankings... but only from Lisa, and only in privacy!
The only bad thing about turning 30 is that damned colonoscopy I'm due for... I've had one, I know what it's like and I do not have to look forward to it! But, y'know, everything has its ups and downs.
Some come Saturday while everyone is out rushing around going "holy crap, tomorrow's Valentine's Day and I didn't get [significant other] ANYTHING!!!", take a moment to pause and go, "Happy 30th birthday, ya [insert tasteless nickname here]!", and drop an old-age joke on me!
End of Demented Rambling.
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