30 is the New 24?

Yesterday, whether I wanted to or not, I turned 30. Nothing weird happened. No one stopped by to revoke my PYT membership. The guy at the counter still asked me for my ID for that bottle of Moscato that I drained after slicing a gorgeous red velvet cake in honor of the occasion. And my insurance company did not seek me out for a new low rate effective immediately. What did happen was actually quite wonderful. My children presented gifts that they had selected for me along with a card that erupts with "how sweet it is to be loved by you" each time I open it. My family called and pulled me from a perfectly restful sleep at 12:03AM singing their own special rendition of the birthday song and despite the grogginess, I had to smile. I've received numerous well-wishes and encouraging words throughout the day by phone, email, Facebook and heads poked into my office door (yeah, I worked on my birthday. that taking off thing seems so 22 to me). A fellow Working Girl, out of the blue, invited me to lunch and I had dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. I treated myself to that new black handbag I've been lusting after.

And apparently, 30 is the new 24, or so one of my well wishers informed me. Really? A quick browse around the web revealed women by the droves in their 30s and 40s who could have easily passed for 25 so perhaps there's something to that. I won't start wearing my hems below the knee just yet.

After a wonderfully perfect day yesterday, I get a headline alert this afternoon on my cell phone that read: Runaway Zebra Loose on Atlanta Freeway. Can you say Madagascar meets Grand Theft Auto? Traffic was backed up for hours until they finally caught the poor guy (gal?) and walked it (down the shoulder) back to wherever it escaped from. I'm just glad I wasn't in that part of town today to see a Zebra go trotting by my window. I'm amazed that there wasn't a pileup. With the way people drive when five snowflakes fall, you would think a zebra would spark an even more chaotic reaction.

And speaking of snow, how about that blizzard last week, dubbed the Snowpacalypse. Thanks to that "inclement weather," there was snow on the ground in 49 of the 50 states with Hawaii being the only holdout. Amazing! Unfortunately, our snow fell on Friday afternoon causing my office to close a mere one hour earlier than scheduled. I actually stayed 12 minutes late because I was swamped and couldn't just leave everything. By Saturday afternoon, most of the snow had melted in my neck of the woods and by Sunday, it was in the 50s. Too bad. I could have used a "real" snow day! (*sigh*)