The Dirty Thirty

Prince Charming was extra charming this year. He came home with Godiva and threw me a party.

And that is me flashing my "30 is super cool" gang signs. But you can't really tell I am making a 30 because I am a crappy gangsta. Something to improve on this decade.

I got to spend the evening with the people that keep me sane and smiling.

(note: they all wore black to mourn me. punks)

They are my human necessities and they are a rad bunch.

Thanks for a fabulous evening friends!!

I felt celebrated and special and a little bit old.

I am ready to rock 30's socks. Or get Botoxed.