So I’m 30

I woke up the morning of my birthday and my loving husband asked me how it felt to be old (he has not yet hit 30 and likes to make fun of me). I think that I am looking forward to my 30’s feeling mature and all that. To me it is just an age and I don’t feel like I’m older so I don’t know. I don’t even care when P makes fun of me being 30. It was an uneventful and nice day. I got to go and visit a friend and the kids got to play and enjoy being out for the day. We came home and my daughter made supper for me, microwave popcorn (the only thing she is allowed to make). It was very nice. When P got home from work we went out for burgers and drinks.