I’m not even 30…

and already I’m old and crotchety.

The neighborhood kids have been running through our backyard all night long and I want to run outside and shake my fist at them.

Mike thinks it’s hilarious. I keep waiting to see them step in Penelopoo.

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4 Responses to I’m not even 30…

  1. Brian says:

    It is a major milestone. It’s also a word that carries heavy burden when spoken outloud, it just sort of hangs out there. It even comes with its own echo. You can’t muffle it behind your hand or cough over it and hide it because nothing else sounds like it. You have a personal decision to make…you can feel new 30 or old 30. Today’s modern medicine, health programs and society’s manipulation of time have turned age into a new exponential curve rather than a linear line (50 the new 40). So cheer up, drop the crotchety, and embrace that 30 is the new 26.2548….via the curve.

    Happy Birthday


  2. Kim says:

    Heehee! Turns out I have many months before I’m 30 (that’s next year’s birthday). Oh, and I’m sort of excited for it. Once I hit 30, I think that means I’m grown up no matter how I act. But next week I’ll be 29 and there had better be cake. (hint, hint, husband who claims to read my blog now)

  3. Brian says:

    My apologies. Well then post this a year from now….and stop bragging about 29 you, you, young whipper-snapper.

  4. Johnny says:

    Heh, I know I’ll be the same way though when I move into my house. And I’m only 23. ^_^b

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