27.....30
      Just for the record: 30 is terrifying!  I hadn't really given it that much thought until 27 rolled around on Friday.  Tony was 27 when we got married and I thought he was soooooo old!  Now I'm old and boring like he was.  Not that I don't like being old and boring.  It's just that it snuck up on me.  Tony and I talked about it last night while we were out on our "date."  He said he knew it would happen to me eventually and he's loving it.  I have three more years, but the part that really stinks is that all of my girlfriends are anywhere from 8-11 months younger than me (which was really cool at 21), not so cool now.  I hope they are kind when the big day finally arrives.
    
    



