Metaphor

Anyone else ever seen a hairless cat stop to clean it's fur and then remember it is hairless? The surprise on it's face is priceless. I think that this image makes for an excellent metaphor for turning thirty. Yes folks, that right there sums up my feelings about my up coming birthday. Come next month when you think of me...remember that cat.

Turning thirty is like a hairless cat trying to clean it's fur....

just so amusingly sad that you don't know whether you should laugh or accept the sad 'poor thing' pat on the head.

confusing but still cute in it's own unique way.

something you only experience once.

something some jackass is going to take a picture of and put on facebook.

something that makes you realize that a fur coat could help any situation. (and diamonds never hurt on a side note.....eh-hem)

something that makes you wonder if you should moisturize more.

and my favorite.............

something that makes you realize no matter how much you might forget...you are still you.

And that sums what thirty is for me pretty darn well.