When you're old...and it's your birthday...you just laugh and say you're 29.
Have you noticed this too?
Have you ever asked....why 29?
Is it because 30 is officially old?
Or because it's your last hurrah in the 20's, which is supposedly the glory years of freedom and discovering oneself?
In 4 days, I will be 29.
I am very intrigued to find out how glorious my life becomes for the next 365 days....starting Tuesday.
I do fully expect that suddenly my bank accounts will be bursting at the seams.
I do sense that my lady lumps will magically perk up as they simultaneously grow anther cup size.
If 29 is nothing short of fabulous, then of course, I fully expect to have Sven serving me martinis at 11, Pablo ready at a whim to massage my every ache, and Stephan (pronounced Stef-ON) ridding my pool of each and every buggy intruder.
And since my eggs will be rotten the day I turn 30, I better make one more perfect spawn this year to complete the zen like serenity in my home.
For after that...I upgrade to version 2.9...