Taking on Maturity at 30
I was scared of this third-decade birthday. It just seems that the world expects you to know how to be an adult by age 30. But I can't even floss my teeth on a regular basis (unless that basis is yearly) . This is how TOUGH GUYS floss. With a .50 caliber machine gun I'm guessing denial kept me from asking for the day off from work. But it turned out fine. I talked with my co-workers about ways of staying young, different lotion regimens or dermabrasions. I mentioned that I had recently gotten Botox (for migraines, but some of the injection sites included my forehead and between my eyebrows) and hoped it could work in my favor. We had donuts, and pancit, and egg rolls, and boba drinks, and everyone at work basically was forced to celebrate with me!! Ha-ha! When I got home from work, I found Mark trying to make blueberry muffins for me (I like blueberry muffins. I like poppyseed muffins more, but that's okay). It really wasn't his fault that it wasn't worki...