I survived

It's official. I'm 30. And I'm still alive.

Lots of people sang to me at separate times this year--Marc's grandpa sang to me yesterday, Marc sang to me this morning, and my mom and Marc's mom sang to me tonight. Marc decorated the downstairs with streamers and balloons for me to find this morning. My team at work brought me balloons. Marc showed up at work with flowers. I found out that Marc has some kind of surprise planned for Saturday, so I'm looking forward to that and the steak dinner that will follow that evening.

I think the funniest thing I heard today was when my coworker Jason told us all what the worst part of turning 30 is. You have to check a different age group box on surveys now. Haha! It's so true though--instead of being in the 20-29 group, all of a sudden, I'm in the 30-39 group. At least I'm at the bottom of the range, though!

To everyone who sympathized with me, put up with me, and/or helped make this a great birthday for me, thank you. :)