By now you're probably well aware that the forecast is calling for rain now right through early Friday morning. Typically this is cause for mellow attitudes and dreary demeanors as we meander through this sloppy work-week.
The slower you try to make time tick by, the faster it seemingly goes. There are certain things in your life that will make it seem like someone hit the 4X FFW on the DVR trying to skip giant chunks of commercials.
I certainly didn't keep it a secret that I was going to be turning 30. Of course as one of the youngest people here at work, I think I just offended everyone with my constant bellowing of how miserable leaving my 20's was going to be. Well, here I am...
I'm not exactly sure why the thought of turning thirty has me all bent out of shape. I mean, I was out of shape long before thirty, but this is really bothering me! Is it because I think that thirty comes with some other greater responsibility than twenty-nine?