I WON'T Grow Up!

I turned 35 yesterday.  The few days leading up to my birthday, I had a crap attitude about it.  I wasn't ready to be on the "other side" of my 30's.

I pulled into the parking lot at work and was greeted with balloons in my parking spot......alright I admit it, I had an instant smile on my face. It made me feel like a kid again. I was spoiled all day and no one heard a single complaint from me. Now I remember why I love birthdays!!



This morning my alarm woke me up. Rarely happens. I quickly remembered having a dream that I fell asleep at work. What the hell?! I sat up and felt like I could close my eyes and sleep for another three hours, easy.  Shit, did I take my vitamin yesterday?  Holy hell, did I take my iron pill last night? What the fuck day is it, anyway? Please God, let it be Friday.

I drag my feet (literally, because that's how I walk when I don't have my leg braces on, but that's none of your business) and make my way into the bathroom to turn on the shower.  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Damnit, did I remember to use my "secret stuff" for my thinning hair before I went to sleep? FML. Get it together, bitch.

I take my shower, slap on my face and try to snap out of my funk. God, I feel like someone sucked all the goddamn energy out of me. This sucks donkey balls. I walk down the hallway to grab my purse and wouldn't you fuckin' know it.........

 

 

Bite me, 35! You bastard.