31 was a whole other story. At 31 I'm actually in my 30's and that was a tough one for me to swallow. I wanted the day to pass by and not recognize that for the next 9 years I'll keep getting deeper into my 30's. Mike doesn't agree with my way of thinking on this one. But man, really being in my 30's has been rough.
In the last four weeks I've been sick, I nearly lost my fingers, I pulled my hamstring, pulled a muscle in my neck while showering, got a piece of glass stuck in my foot and have had the most insane four weeks of work in my life.
Just look what 31 has done to me.
Anyone have any of that pure gold face cream I can bathe in? Looks like I'm going to need it.
If there's one thing 31 has changed in me for the better, it's to enjoy flowers whenever you can in your home. And to update your bedding because you've been living off the same quilt set for way too many years.
Now get off my lawn!
SKI-U-MAH and SKOL!