Today I am (insert melodramtic music here) . . . . . 30. I don't really feel like I'm old. I'm not really. 30 is just 30. Feels kind of weird, but just because I remember being younger and not really being able to imagine what being 30 would be like. Despite all the financial troubles and other problems, it's not that bad really. I have quite a bit to be happy about. I have a wonderful husband (who's taking me out to dinner tonight), two great kids, and a home. Not too shabby.
One of my aunts sent me an e-card. She said that she thinks my mom is taking it harder than I am. My mom feels old. But seriously, if she dyed her hair people would think we're sisters. She certainly doesn't look like she's 55. I hope I look that good when I'm 55.
I have more free ice cream than I know what to do with. A coupon for a free ice cream cone at Baskin Robbins, then another one from my insurance agent. Then a coupon for a free creation at Cold Stone! I'm more excited about the Cold Stone. That stuff is gooooooooooooooood.
We're going to Marie Calendar's for dinner. I didn't really choose there because of the food. I chose it because of the cheesecake. Everything in life should be based around dessert. I loves me some cheesecake. Especially the monster slice they give you at Marie Calendar's. I can hardly wait. The only thing that would be better would be to get a whole cheesecake. That's not a bad idea actually. Well it is, because I would eat the whole thing and that would be bad. A massive case of heartburn and indigestion, not to mention ten pounds of cheesecake that goes straight to my ass.
Yes, I do believe I'd like some cheese with my whine.