Officially Thirtysomething

31, to be exact. Today is my birthday.
For whatever reason, turning 31 doesn’t feel exciting and monumental the way turning 30 did. Oh well…there’s always the 40th to look forward to.
Speaking of monumental, The Husband booked me for a birthday manicure and my first ever pedicure. I’ve always been curious about pedicures because I have girlfriends who love them and won’t go two weeks without one. I just don’t how I’ll handle a stranger touching my feet and I fear I’ll accidentally kick someone in the face and knock them out if they tickle or hurt me. That would be so uncool.