I always remember thinking that when I was 28, I would actually be a grown-up. On my 28th birthday, I woke up, cleaned my house, made my own breakfast, paid three bills, responded to 7 emails, showered, dressed, and left for a 10 hour work day all before 9am. Shortly after I returned home, exhausted, and plopped down in front of facebook, I realized I was officially a grown-up. Ready or not.
|This is the nephew I argue with...yeah, he's pretty bad ass.|
|29th b-day in Costa Rica with Joel|
And I'll add this to it. It's always nice to start something and then add it to a to-do list post-hoc. It makes me feel so accomplished. This can be my official countdown to 30 and maybe you guys will humor me reading my ever-too-lengthy attempts at telling my trials and tribulations of adult life and maybe you'll even have a laugh or two.