Thirties

So Steve, my loving boyfriend, reminded me yesterday that my birthday is in less than 2 months, and that turning 31 definitively puts me in my thirties. That was nice of him... thanks darling! I'm currently at the point where birthdays really aren't that fun anymore. Last year, my big celly in Vegas, was probably the last big "yea, it's my birthday" birthday party... This year perhaps a nice champagne brunch, some microdermabrasion, and a colonic would serve me best at this point in my life...

In other news, I have officially recovered from the trauma of waking up yesterday to a missing car, since mine got towed Sunday night. What a way to start a Monday morning - spending the last few pennies in my bank account (28,400 of them, to be specific) to get back a car which is already mine to begin with. The worst part about it? It was COLUMBUS DAY, so I had to pay an extra 6,400 pennies - are you kidding me? UGH! To the bitch in the pay-t0-park booth that called the tow truck because my parking pass expired - F*** YOU! Alright, now I feel better. :)

Anyway, check out this photo of me as I entered those wonder years called the thirties.

Love, Mer