So really after a girl turns 21 it’s all downhill from there.  I mean as far as the level of excitement for us.  I remember turning 25 and thinking…”damn…how much older am I gonna get?!”

 

Then I remember 30, not near as hard as I thought it would be.  As a matter of fact I think that no matter how many candles on your cake, as long as you have good friends who love you to celebrate it with, it’s gonna be a pretty damn good cake.  Come to think of it, if it wasn’t for my good friend Rebecca I wouldn’t even know how old I am today, so here’s to friends and family who love you enough to make you a penis shaped cake, get drunk and stupid with you, put your face on an 80’s rock star poster, ruin your diet with sugar filled confections and fill your office with flowers.

 

People who love you do these kinds of things when it matters the most so you’ll forgive them for never letting you live down all the dumb things they’ve witnessed you do and say.

 

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