a birthday. my birthday. coming soon. i can’t avoid it, so all that’s left to do is embrace it.
*hugs*
yeah, so today, on the eve of my 30th birthday, i’m going to keep this short. i’m not going to wax eloquent about leaving one decade (my 20s) and entering another (my 30s). i’m not going to whine about getting older. nor am i going to brag about how i really am still quite young. i am, however, going to share these with you:
looks like not much has changed in 30 years, except for the fact that i can’t sit like that anymore. in fact, looking at those pictures makes my hamstrings hurt.
ANYWAYS, there’s one little thing i need you to do. one little question i need you to answer…
what is your favorite post from my blog?
that’s it. that’s all you have to answer. dear readers, this is cake. so easy! it won’t take long. consider it your present to me. and don’t forget, i know who you are. i know where you live. i just may come find you if you don’t answer. it may not be tomorrow. it may be today. or a week from now. or later this year, but i will haunt you. you know what a scary thought that is. i know you don’t want to live with the fear that i’ll be just around the corner waiting, watching, ready to pounce, so spare yourself and just answer me now.
indulge me, won’t you?
(oops, that was two questions. looks like turning 30 hasn’t help my math skills.)
(just to be clear: today’s not my birthday. tomorrow is. JANUARY 8. learn it. know it. love it.)
(yes, i share a birthday with elvis. no, i can’t swivel my hips like he does. guess i’ll have to find my fame and fortune another way.)
Abigail Mumford 