It's great to drink to someone and I guess that you will do

We'll get to that talking thing later, all right? Because I have much more important news for today.

I AM TWENTY FREAKING NINE.

I don't really want to talk about it, but I feel twenty-nine deserves at least a passing mention. I mean, when I hit 28 I knew I was solidly in my Late Twenties, no more passing for Mid Twenties, but 29? Gah. Am OLD.

You may be heartened to hear that I do not feel this way about turning 30. Not at all. In fact, I am EXCITED to turn 30. When I am 30 I can say, "Be gone, twenties!" Because while my twenties have certainly been good to me (see: Devastatingly Handsome Chinese Man, Perfect Angel Baby, Perfect Angel Baby The Sequel) I've had quite enough of the Identity Crises and the What Am I Going To Do With Myselfs and the Why Don't I Feel Like A Grown Up Yets. Know what I mean? Because when you are 30 you are DONE with all of that. You are official. (You 30+ year-olds, don't try to tell me otherwise. My fingers are in my ears. LA LA LA.)

I have even started PLANNING MY THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY. Of course, I haven't exactly decided, but options abound! Maybe I can convince my girlfriends to leave the kids at home and go on a weekend trip! Maybe I will host a cocktail party! Maybe I will drop the kids with the grandparents and go away with my husband! MAYBE I WILL RENT A ROLLER RINK.

Of course, my biggest most important plan for turning 30 is to lose the baby weight. No really. I have been planning this pretty much since I found out I was pregnant and was going to be gigando for yet another summer. It took me 9 months to lose it all with Jack and I figure I can do that again. Right? RIGHT? And be back in my storage tub of cute summer clothes in time for my birthday. THIS IS THE PLAN. It's called "Hot By Thirty". Hee.

Anyway, I am Super Duper Serious about this and am warning you now about the wretched number of weight loss posts you are going to endure come fall. I'M SORRY.

But! Back to Twenty-Nine, Ho Hum. I have no big birthday plan this year, as I am too tired to do anything and also not allowed to drink gin. (BOO.) Jack and I are driving down to my parents' house (which perhaps is my best gift, as I have been Single Parenting all week and will now enjoy a day of passing off the baby work to my mom). I am hoping there will be cake. (Actually, with my family, there is always cake, birthday or no.) There will be dinner with my husband at one of the two Fancy-ish Restaurants in my parents' town. AAAAAAND I am going to see Mamma Mia with my sisters. I can't say I'm an Abba fan, but I am a huge Amanda Seyfriend fan. (On the application to Be My Friend you are required to write three pages on Lilly Kane: Why She Rocked.) Also: Colin Firth! Singing! On an island! MMM, DREAMY.

So! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Unbirthday to you! (Does anyone else know all the words to that song? LIKE I DO?)