Yes, people. It’s true. I will be 31 on Sunday. 31 is officially being “IN” your 30’s. Honestly, I am okay with it but I’m not 100% sure what to do with it. I mean, I remember VIVIDLY when my mom was in her 30’s. I was 7/8 when she turned 31. It was also 1986.  I feel like my life should be just like “thirtysomething” from the 80’s.  Anyone remember that show? If not, you are too young or you are as old as dirt! (This also applies if you do not actively remember being shooed from the den so your parents could watch “Dallas.”)

Exhibit A: thirtysomething

Exhibit B: Dallas

I secretly want that big hair…

Exhibit C: Me as a barely 31′er

HA! Just kidding. Here’s the real me:

I am comforted by the fact that 30 is the “new” 20, right?? RIGHT???? I mean, I have my WHOLE life in front of me. And, I get to wear way cooler clothes (more sophisticated and non-teeny bopper)…

On that note, I am going back out to the beach (yes, we are back at the beach!) to relax under the umbrella and my large hat as to not accentuate my thirty-something wrinkle potential!

Adrianne

P.S. If anyone happens to be making a homemade strawberry cake with strawberry icing, call me! That would be FAB. (Wink wink!)