I wake up August 5th to Tracy telling me "Good Morning and Happy Birthday!" and I start crying a little. "Oh my god I'm 30! I have no job, no husband, no children, no assets, nothing to show for 30 years!" Yes, between yesterday and today, panic has set in and I'm having a mini meltdown. To which Tracy responds with "Remember your life five years ago," I groan in remembrance, "remember how much things have changed and what you've accomplished," I nod a little, "many people live their lives in a sucky situation and never make any changes. You had the courage to change your life and get an education. I'm very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself aaaaand we have a wonderful day planned which includes a pedicure in 1950's shop." Oo, I'd briefly forgotten about The Powder Room (and to be proud of myself.) So I dried my eyes, popped open a Mtn. Dew and put on my London dress (according to Tracy). The day was nice and the Powder Room girls were adorable. We got ready to meet Jenny and Krista for happy hour and dinner. If things weren't ok before they definitely were after one of those pink drinks that tasted like a popsicle. I had to explain what a popsicle was, I guess they're called fruit lollies here. Followed up with dinner at a Lebanese restaurant it was a good day and my panic had subsided. (I have trouble arranging pics on here and don't want to figure it out.)
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