But it's not. Not yet, anyway. I've still got a month left in my 20s. Exactly ONE month. Meanwhile, Husband Charlie has been hounding me for birthday present ideas, and I can't think of a single, solitary thing. I guess that's part of the boringness of being an adult - I have a budget, and I have income, so if there's something I want, I check my budget and then either buy it or decide that I don't really need it. Most of the time I decide that I don't really need it, because I hate spending money.
I don't need books (ebooks or paper), I've got a library for that.
I don't want clothes, that's so boring.
I don't want jewelry, I rarely wear the stuff I have.
I don't need anything new and exciting for my camera.
So far all I've got is two t-shirts:
but I don't think Charlie will go for that.
He also thinks running shorts are too boring for a birthday present.
Maybe this - it's been a while since I've gotten a new Yankees shirt.
I briefly considered doing a boudoir photo shoot, but I've been feeling kind of fluffy lately.
I even tried the whole "I don't need a present, let's just go somewhere good for dinner," but that's not working, either, because Charlie thinks 30 is a big deal. Easy for him to say, he's only going to be 29.
There's a pretty good story behind that one.