So this is thirty.

I couldn't sleep last night. The whole "turning thirty" and "feeling old" thing was getting to me. Most of all, I knew that if I fell asleep, I would wake up and be thirty. Guess what? I stayed up. When the clock passed midnight, nothing momentous happened. Well, I was pretty tired. But that's what I get for letting insomnia rule my world, I suppose.

Honestly, I feel the same as yesterday. I did have one incident that I can either attribute to being blond or being old and forgetful. I got out to the far-reaching county for my depositions today very early. I decided to gas up P.I.C.'s car. In so doing, I decided to really scrub his windows because apparently our parking spot is under a bird toilet. (Awesome, right?) The pump went off, and I was still scrubbing away. I finished washing the bird business off the car, then hopped in the car. I slowly pulled out and heard a thud. Um. What? Yeah. Turns out, what had happened was, I forgot to put the pump back on its little resting spot. I looked back and saw the hose and pump trailing. Fortunately, I didn't pull out quickly so no damage to the pump was done. I stopped the car and sauntered out toward the pump and hose. Another woman pumping gas watched me curiously. I am not sure if she expected me to act all frazzled and embarrassed, but I was certain to play it cool. Well, as cool as you can be for doing one of the most boneheaded things you can do at a gas station. I put the pump back in my place and even pushed the button for the receipt. A little nod to the woman with a "WTF are you looking at, this happens" look and I was on my way.

Truthfully, I think I played it off rather well. Until I got in the car and realized, "OMG...where is my cell phone?" I couldn't find it in my purse or in the car, so I was certain that what had happened was that I dropped it on the ground when I casually picked up the pump. I pulled over into a parking lot and began a frantic search for my phone. GREAT. Ten hours into my 30th year and I have already lost my cell phone. I even drove BACK to the gas station (mind you, the place where I had made an utter ass out of myself by DRIVING OFF WITH THE PUMP STILL ATTACHED TO MY CAR), certain that it was laying on the ground unscathed. As I began to make the left-hand turn back into the gas station, I heard my phone vibrate. Sure enough, it was just tucked on the other side of the console.

So. Aside from the morning being a HUGE duh, I feel like thirty ain't so bad.

Now, if you don't mind, I intend to have both cocktails and champagne this evening. Because I am THIRTY. And it's my birthday and I can do pretty much what I want today. Including taking the pump with me. Yep.