Did you know that I will be thirty soon? As in YEARS OLD. Impossible, but true. On May 5.
I had been doing okay about it until Richard and I went to the Goodwill the other day. I mean, I think I look all right, not wrinkly or anything. And god knows I still act like a teenager, for better for worse (mostly worse I guess). So I was sort of enjoying the idea of being an Extremely Young Thirty.
But anyway, at the Goodwill. You know how they have like fifty (probably broken) scales lying around. Well, I weighed myself on all of them. On the first one, I weighed 80 pounds. (I don't weigh 80 pounds.) Then on all the rest of the scales? I weighed 15 pounds more than I usually weigh.
I don't think all of those scales were broken in the exact same way. I gained 15 pounds for my thirtieth birthday. I hadn't really considered the idea that my thighs might also turn thirty. That part is bullshit.
So I've actually been exercising a bit, and now that the weather is nice occasionally (yesterday was a present from Jesus), I can dig around in the garden and go hiking and stuff. I don't think my body has completely imploded yet.
The real question is, what should I do for my birthday? We're going up to Vancouver the weekend before, which will be nice, but I sort of want to be a big dork and also have a party or something. But what? Any ideas/requests?
p.s. Letter from the Mammo-folks: All clear on the boob front. Thank you for your kind words, I really do appreciate them.
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