Quiet Dignity and Grace
Do you remember the exact moment you turned thirty? Like, the exact instant? Where you were? Who was with you? The precise thing that you were doing when the clock struck twelve, and your twenties were forever gone?
HEY YOU GUYS IT TURNS OUT I LOVE CHER SO SO MUCH
Me, either. But according to the above evidence, I seem to be bringing it on home.
And that is pretty much all I have to say about that. I am thirty! But I bet I am not mature yet.
Thank y'all for hanging out for another year! I appreciate all your comments, your emails, your support, and your general kick-ass-ness. You are all invited for cocktails, kisses, and spectacular Cher impersonations. Just don't mention false teeth or replacement hips, and make sure someone brings me some Tylenol.