I'm packing up, cleaning up my desk, and getting ready to blow this pop stand. That's right! I'm on vacation! Two days in the lovely lakes region with a stop over to MB's place on the way home!
I'm really looking forward to being away from the computer for two days. I feel like it's been attached to my DNA for months. No more. This weekend I'm going to read, do crosswords, play in the lake, shop, and whatever it is one does on vacation on the lake.
Then I'm coming home and I'm turning the dreaded 31 this weekend. I have to tell you that last week one of those moods came over me where I was just overwhelmed with everything and wept to Jimbo. One complaint: "I don't want to turn 31."
I wasn't like this with 30. I actually kinda liked 30; it seemed really cosmopolitan. Maybe I don't like odd numbers, or thinking about turning 40 in nine years, thinking about how old I am and I'm still not married (For the record I don't want to be one of those women who needs a marriage to complete herself. And I'm not, I just really, really want it and whatever it stands for to me), or realizing that if I want kids, I don't have all that many good procreating years left, or those damn gray hairs and wrinkles that keep showing up.
Who the heck knows?! All I know is that this is the first year that I'm not really enjoying getting older. Eff it. It'll be over soon and it'll be time for Christmas shopping.
Have a great weekend!
