I entered the ranks of the thirty-somethings this week. Being thirty doesn’t make me feel as old as owning a home, working full-time, and having two kids, so I guess now I’m as old as feel.
Isaac says it’s my mid-life crisis, not wanting to be forgotten when I die, but anyway, I wanted to make my birthday count this year, so we squeezed in a few acts of service. I donated my hair…
The very talented Mandy in our ward cut off about ten inches.
We went to the beach to do a clean-up. Sad for me, but happy in general, the beach wasn’t that dirty. Here I am, excited to have found a “treasure trove” of about five cigarette butts.
Mostly we just found tiny pieces of paper/plastic/cardboard, cigarette butts, bottle caps… and 7.5 dead birds.
Then we just enjoyed some time at the beach. It was a gorgeous day, overcast and about 60 degrees, not too windy…
We ate at Claim Jumper for dinner and had cheesecake for dessert, and it was a wonderful day off with family and friends. 
Thanks to everyone who humored me!
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