I'm thirty. Officially. And I survived. It was quite a weekend. On Friday I was having a leisurely morning all to myself enjoying the Today show and looking at Facebook and whatever else I felt like doing. Basically I was delaying the inevitable...my job. I finally got myself together and drove to work. I received the following text from Julie Rimkus: "What is up? Stopping for breakfast? I'm dying for McD's?" My thoughts: "Is she pregnant?" and who says "What IS up?" Then I thought something might be up since that was completely random and I was later than usual for work and someone must have noticed. So I strolled on into work and turned the corner to my office which I thought might have people waiting for me, but it just looked dark and the same so I figured maybe Julie Rimkus was in fact pregnant, hungry for McDonald's, and doesn't know the appropriate use of slang. Then I looked in the window and saw the madness and 10 people shoved in there hiding in the dark for probably the last half hour when I felt like taking my gold old time. All the pictures on my blog today are of my office surprise.
I did decide to make things interesting on the car ride. I threw a fake fit about how I really wanted to go to Founding Farmers and this was so unfair. I probably said a lot of other ridiculous things to keep the ride entertaining, but we still went to Katerina's where all my friendsies were waiting. It was great and obviously I love Katerina's so I was happy to go there. It was a wonderful weekend and I am very thankful for all of my thoughtful and generous friends and husband for making turning 30 not so bad, and even a little exciting. That being said, when we got home we watched an episode of Mad Men and as I was getting up off the couch I started complaining about my sore hip and sore feet. Seriously, this happened. I immediately told myself to stop sounding like I was 30.
*Disclaimer: Julie Rimkus is not pregnant.