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.