I didn’t care. I’d never made a big deal out of birthdays and had forgotten my age. Friends would tease me about turning 30 and I honestly didn’t know.

I woke up on the morning of my 30th birthday and hit the bathroom to get ready for work. Then I noticed something…

There was a hair growing out of my ear. Not a little blonde thing; a black piece of steel wool. I instantly realized that “it” was over.

I got over it. Turns out your 30’s are the fucking best. If you’re lucky you have a couple of bucks to spend on fun and a bit of smarts to keep from doing dumb shit.

Happy birthday, b.

I stayed home today and The View seems to be on it.