This is my last week as a twenty-something...
I'm torn up about it.
Having a husband who will continue to BE a twenty-something until May 2010 doesn't help my very fragile ego either.
While I know that having my age start with a 3 won't really change anything about me, I wonder which of my totally regular twenty-something traits and activities will become totally unacceptable as a thirty-something...
Here are my concerns:
Can I still watch "The Hills"?
Can I still wear flip flops to the grocery store? If so, can they be glittery?
Are graphic tees and hoodies allowed? Or is that just sad? Cause I really love graphic hoodies....
Chunky highlights? Ponytails? What is still OK hairwise? Audrina hair? No?
Do I HAVE to eat Fiber One for breakfast?
Am I required to worry about my cholesterol?
Can I still rock fun colored nail polish?
Can I still say that I "rocked" anything?
I'm so confused.
Another big scary life changing realization is that the next time I buy a car it will be a big damn minivan.
My life, as measured by the car I drive, has really slid backwards!
At 20 I drove a hot Ford Mustang.
By the age of 25 I was married and driving a friggin Mazda sedan.
Now looking at the precipice that is 30, I can see that in the not too distant future I'll be rocking a minivan, in a sensible pants suit and loafers, with a nice shag bob in normal human colors, with lots of fiber in my diet and absolutely no knowledge whatsoever about who L.C. is dating and what's up with Speidi.