After getting thoroughly mellow off of a bottle of Gewurtztraminer and dancing to Stromae for no apparent reason in the middle of a backyard Bar-B-Que, I've decided that this Sunday when I turn 30-plenty I shall not freak out about the one gray hair growing from my chin and will not worry about how to keep my hands from aging faster than my face. Instead I''ll eat cake, cuddle my midget (my daughter), wear a tiara and thank God I am not 20 anymore!
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