Matt is so tall. I think he's over 6 ft now. When he was younger I used to call him midget. Yes, as I post that on the internet I realize it is probably an inappropriate, offensive term. But now that he's so tall I think calling him midget is funny...all the good jokes are offensive anyway.
I can't believe my baby sister is 21. Is it weird that her being 21 makes me feel older than the fact that I will be 30 this year? I don't even care about being 30. But my baby, sweet, innocent sister being 21? I feel the cold whisper of death.
Speaking of the cold whisper of death.
At Sunday night family dinner sisters were asking what I was going to do for my 30th birthday. I'm not sure if I'm going to throw a party (I have certain discomforts with being a host - making sure everyone is having a good time, worrying when not everyone knows each other, etc) or go on a trip. This resulted in a conversation that my mom promptly posted on FB:
Daughter Deidre turns 30 this year. She might do a nice trip, so was trying to get myself invited along by saying I turn 59 this year, and might be a big year, as could be dead by 60. "Everyone needs a goal," Deidre replied.
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