29...

So call 30 what you want, I think this picture of me in Hell, Grand Cayman sums it up ok!

This is officially my last post being 29. I fear how the world will change when I wake up in the morning! I'm going to hope I still get to keep my eyesight and flexibility in my old age- wouldn't that be weird if you just woke up at 30 with a head of grey hair and a pair of glasses on your nightstand? Thirty- I'm not even sure that sounds right! But, it's coming none the less.

I have no idea what Tony is up to. He's been going places after work the last few days- planning something, and hiding receipts. I suppose I could look up the purchases on the online banking, but I'm not a peeker, and that would ruin all the fun. Tomorrow he's taking me to San Diego and I think we're spending Saturday and Sunday at the beach- much thanks to Maya and Ron for taking the kids and hosting the night of the pizza/ fried chicken and chocolate fountain tomorrow- I hope we don't get sick! Yesterday he gave me the one birthday gift I asked for- he let me sleep in and packed the kids lunches and took the little ones to school. Yeah, I had to be in Kelsey's class at 8:30 to volunteer, but oh how blissful was that extra hour. Before we went to bed he helped me with my toe nail painting. Thanks T- for being so sensitive and making me feel great in my old age!