30 Reasons Why 30 Will Be OK
Reason #14: So, my mom was like 30 or 31 when I was in third grade, and I remember looking at her and trying to envision what kinda chick I'd be when I was her age. I only recall the following details:
--owner of a smallish Chevrolet
--mom haircut
--mess of kids
--best friends with a chick much like Stacey from "The Babysitters Club"
I feel excellent that none of these things came to fruition. ...Most of my friends turned out to be rather Dawn-like, and I dig that.
Reason #15: My boyfriend is and always has been younger than me and, yeah, my turning 30 pretty much takes my Older Woman-status to another level. Fine. BUT, at least I'm still 10-15 years away from Cougar-status.
...Also, for the record, please dear god can no one ever ever call me that?
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