While most people are counting down the days to Christmas, I am counting down the days until I am in my mid-thirties. I am not happy about this birthday, not happy at all. I admit, thirty was hard and I tried to be twenty-nine for a few years, but this one, ouch! 

Maybe I should make a sort of advent calendar for my birthday, like the one we made for Christmas this year. Behind every door there will be a small prize to make me feel better — a nice pendant necklace, some age-defying face cream, a button that says 'Age isn't everything,' chocolates, a certificate for laser hair removal, a thousand dollars and maybe even a mirror that doesn't magnify, but in fact makes everything look smaller. The more I think about it, the more this could work. 

I may have to break out the scrapbook supplies and make me a calendar tomorrow. Is it cheating if you buy all the presents yourself and just pretend to be surprised when you open the little doors?

Countdown: 26 days