Cheers to 28

In light of my recent 28th birthday, I figured I'd dedicate this post to age.

I know. 28 isn't old at all.

But it's so close to 30.

And I can remember thinking 30 was borderline-elderly.

In fact when I was little, we threw an "Over the Hill" birthday party for my aunt when she turned 30.

Depressing.

But my body and mind are terribly torn.

They're not sure whether to take sides "get over it you're old"

or "forever young".

So, let's hash this out.

Proof that I am Old.

1. I desperately crave sleep. In fact, last night, I came home from work and took a nap for 2 hours. TWO HOURS. On a Monday night. Normal? Nope. Just old.

2. Anytime Mr. Ruby and I go out, we constantly find ourselves saying, "Let's go somewhere quieter." This past weekend for example, a bunch of us were out after a wedding. We were suddenly overtaken by a plethora of yawns and desperate attempts to hear one another by yelling, "eh, I can't hear you over the loud music".

So, we decided to call it a night.

3. When asked by my best friend what Mr. Ruby and I did for date night, I got embarrassingly excited and blurted out, "We went to TJ Maxx!!"

4. I am in bed by 11 most weekends.

5. I look at high schoolers and think , "Their mothers let them wear that?" and "Kids just look so much younger these days" and "Kids aren't as grateful/respectful and/or have it much easier than we did growing up."

Proof that I am STILL Young.

1. I often eat peanut butter and jelly and applesauce for lunch. And sometimes even macaroni and cheese for dinner.

2. Mr. Ruby and I still have some of those "we are probably way too old for this, and we are up way past our bedtime" nights.

3. I still laugh when someone toots in class. And yes, I am a teacher.

4. I still shop at Forever 21. Yes, I'm aware I should probably start dressing more "womanly", but I refuse. Forever young!

5. I have a feather AND tinsel in my hair.

Desperate attempt at youth? Or proof that I'm forever young.

You decide. ;)