Well, its official. I am now 30 years and 1 day old. I thought for sure I would have curled up in a ball and died once I woke up on the 5th, but alas, I didn't.
It isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. My son was convinced that I would climb out of bed that morning with a face full of wrinkles and a head full of gray hair.
Instead, I woke up with a massive headache from the alcohol and firework smoke and only 4 hours of sleep. I drug my butt into work and tried to at least spit out complete sentences. What a wonderful way to start my 30th year, looking & feeling like death.
I feel great today. Got enough sleep last night to make up for the lack of sleep I will get this weekend when all my family and friends flock to my house for support..I mean to poke fun at me for being "old" now. Well, at least I will always be younger than them! Take that!