Happy Towel Day, everyone!

This is your former thirty year old, speaking to you from the lofty heights of thirty-one.

The view from here is excellent. Everything smells better and looks nicer, I feel so much wiser, the world makes sense, somehow, and I have this sort of peace...


Okay, I lie.

I am still the same person who pretends to be asleep on Saturday mornings while her cat stands on her face demanding breakfast. I still check my email first thing in the morning. I'm still hugging soft toys because apparently I won't ever grow out of that. And I just managed to put my foot through my fitted sheet - thus meeting my klutzy quotient of the day.

About the only thing that's different is that I now have to adapt to put the "one" on the end whenever I'm asked my age. Wish me luck...