I'm turning 30 in November and I'm a little freaked out about it!
Not the age so much, but the time flying aspect. I mean what the hell?!? It seems like a few months ago I was graduating from high school, not cool!
My hubby cracks me up. When I mention being bummed about it he responds with something totally sweet like "my co-workers all think you're 22ish and call me a cradle robber" followed by something slightly less sweet like "Hey, that's one year closer to your sexual peak right?"
He's a keeper.