Thirty

Well, today is my 30th birthday. It's still a little hard to believe that my 20s are gone. GONE. While lying awake in bed last night, I tried to remember what I did for my last decade-shifts (seeing as how I've only done this twice before).

20: I was a sophomore in college, and I remember my mom baking me a cake and mailing it to me, but what arrived was a box of crumbs. I also remember feeling so relieved that I wasn't a teenager anymore, because a 20-something = cool, while teenagers = so very uncool. Then I had a flashback to 7th grade when being 13 equalled cool, and I couldn't wait until I could kiss 12 goodbye. But who's kidding whom here--I've never been cool. :)

10: Now this I remember.  Getting to add another digit to your age? Totally awesome.  I mean, how often does that happen?  Sure, you add your second after just one decade, but reaching a third takes another ninety years!  And by the time you get that third digit, well, you're really too old to enjoy it.  

So 30 is here.  What did I do today people?  I certainly didn't work.  I went shopping!  Before you get too excited, let me tell you that I was mostly running errands.  I purchased a fleece throw, a scale, two pay-as-you-go cell phones, soap, and a box of cupcakes (as seen above).  The cupcakes are Lola's, purchased at the Foodhall at Selfridges, and a box of 4 will set you back £6.90.  How were they?  Well, I've only eaten one so far, but in a word: delightful.  The icing is more sugary than buttery, which is definitely my preference.

As for gifts, M bought me tickets to see Wicked next week.  Yay!  And we're going to Paris this weekend. (Let me just say that it is terribly fun to throw around the phrase We're going to Paris this weekend--could anything sound snootier?)

But now for the serious part--gettin' old ain't no joke.  This is what 30 looks like:

Holy cow, are those wrinkles on my forehead?  And yes, that is my bathroom.  You gotta go where the natural light is.