Tiffani's Turning Thirty

For any of you that don't know but care to, in a few short months I will be turning Thirty.. For some, this milestone could be a reminder of how little in life has been accomplished. For others, turning 30 may solidify the fact that their membership in the fabulous 20-something club has been.....*gulp* TERMINATED. Goodbye to the days of fornicating for fun, and not minding the fact that our private parts feel like they've been wiped with sand paper. Adios, to eating what I want when I want, and not having to worry that my ass has become an obstruction during high peak traffic times.
For all those who join me in turning 30 this year, and are ready to except that the 20-something party cruise has officially crashed, sank and burned; I welcome you. I want you to share in my excitement, as we gladly receive our new found fondness, of the smell of that stuff you rub on your knees when you stay out past 9:30pm. Let us revel in the fact that we can still be fashionable (thank God) by wearing all the billowy tops that are, thankfully "in" right now. These tops allow us to skip the dreadful gym and continue enjoying our new favorite pastime...SLEEPING.

I don't know about the rest of the female population, But turning Thirty has somehow managed to make me feel like an Uber-Adult. It's great! All the gulit of struggling to fit into the 20-something ideal, has quickly diminished. No more anguish over the fact that while....*clears throat* pleasuring the hubby, I'm also redecorating, making a grocery list, and planning the weekends activities. I'm over the pressure of feeling like to have a "good night" out at the club I have to drink drinks that come to the table somking with flames and a cloudy residue. I'll take one glass of red wine any day of the week, because truthfully anything past one glass and the title of this post would have to be changed to Tiffani's Having A Baby...At Thirty.

With that said. I hope there's a few out there who, with me, roll their eyes when they hear anyone even whisper the words "Thirty is the new twenty". Hell no it ain't...especially over here *points to self*. Over here Thirty is just one more year older then 29, and excited to no longer have to fake the young people funk.

Deuces ;}