Thirty crept up on me like a unreported roadblock on the commute home, leaving me to come to terms with a few things: My wardrobe of ripped jeans & flip flops may not aide my attempt to be taken seriously. My go-to bronzer seems to accent my "laugh lines". A diet of wine and happy hour food is not a weight management plan - and to those who said it would "catch up with me in my 30's were right & I hate them. You feel me? You may like my blog.