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Monday, August 17, 2009

Me, myself and I.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m going to leave the exciting world of the 20-something and become a 30. I know that this is supposed to be either a big deal or something that depresses the hell out of you, but I can’t say I’ve had many feelings directed towards it. It’s going to be a regular sort of family-thing, nothing that I need to think deep thoughts about. That is, until mention of a potential birthday activity came up.

Stripaerobics.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m all for exercise and family togetherness. I have no problem with stripaerobics. I understand it's all the rage. However, if I’m going to watch the mums and the step-sibling wiggle around, burlesque style I will have to develop a second personality call Joe and become a homosexual trucker in Alaska.

So… tomorrow is my birthday. Wish me luck.

8 comments:

ticknart said...

Good luck.

Sornie said...

30's no big deal. You just end up going to bed before 10 PM, getting up way too early and complaining about how loud your neighbors are.

Wait. It sorta sucks.

MafiaBoss said...

happy birthday! 30's the new 21...

Big Brother said...

Happy b'day to you. BB's daughter also turns 30 at the end of August. My how time flies.

Jazz said...

Strip aerobics. With your mums an siblings. That is just so wrong on so many levels!

Happy belated birthday!

Hagelrat said...

lol, 30 is fine, nothing special, just getting on with life. Happy Brithday.

choochoo said...

I'm happy to report that everyone seemed to have forgotten all about the stripaerobics. I felt no need to remind them, so I just quietly ate my cake...

Jocelyn said...

Happy birthday, old woman.

And don't ever do stripaerobics with your family. Just don't.