29 (+1)

Yesterday was not only an utterly crappy day, it was also my birthday. My 30th birthday at that. Goodbye sweet carefree youth, hello middle-age martyrdom.
Wikipedia tells me that what I can look forward to from now on is an increased accumulation of body fat, loss of skin elasticity and a possible mid-life crisis, to name just a few.

My husband decided to surprise me and lift my spirits by announcing that he will buy me a canopy swing for our garden. I had talked about wanting one for while, it had kind of become our running gag. Good thing he didn't realize I would have been just as happy about a set of hot pink baking bowls that cost less than a tenth of what the canopy swing goes for.