Monday, February 12, 2007
Well, Jason and I rang in my 30th the best way we knew how. At midnight, I was sitting on the couch in my jammies, drinking champagne, and watching Sex and the City. And not just any episode. It was likely the perfect episode. Miranda and Steve are finally married and Samantha is diagnosed with breast cancer. Sort of serves as a reminder for all the things I'm grateful for: I've found my one true love, I've got the best girlfriends in the world, spanning not one, but two continents, and I've got my health. What more could a "twirty" girl ask for?