There. I said it.
Why this was such an epiphany driving down the highway at lunch today, I have no idea, but needless to say, it completely ruined my entire lunch time.
I was on my way to Old Navy for a little lunch time shopping, but this harsh reality ruined it all. There was nothing cute, and what was cute wasn't in my size.
All because I'm 31.
Yes, I know it's been 44 days since this cruel turn of events. But I think I was blinded to it's effects by the fabulousness that was the "8 Days Of Stephanie". So blinded, in fact, that it hadn't even hit me until today, 44 days later, that not only am I 30, but I'm 31.
The only good thing that came out of this lunch-time epiphany was this:
Some nice cozy slippers. These should make me feel better.
Well, those and some Diet Dr. Pepper and Flipz!