Seven days and counting...

I have seven days left of getting away with showing my ID

I have seven days left of getting away with wearing pig tails (not in public) while singing and shaking my booty to Ricky Martin

I have seven days left of saying, no no no I am in my 20s

I have seven days before I have to wear bed socks to bed

I have seven days until my taste buds go awry ....

Ok seriously I know its an over reaction but I can't help wonder what my 30s have in store for me... because my 20s were friggin' AWESOME!

I loved my 20s, I travelled, I explored, I meet many people, lost some, and had a wake up call.

So bear with me as I sit here with a mud mask on my face, a glass of red wine, while Fraiser is playing in the background, and a delicious Italian sponge cake calling my name.

Ah 20s!

Awesome!