Do you know what cracks me up about my mom? Well, there are a lot of things. When I was a kid, she would always try to find things with the expiration date the same as my birthday. She made a big deal out of it too. Check out the milk! Check out the eggs! I found some mayonnaise that expires on your birthday! It’s the small stuff, I guess.
She had me when she was thirty, now she is sixty.
Today I am thirty.
Thirty years old.
I don’t feel different.
I don’t look different.
I am definitely none the wiser.
Here's to thirty!