Today is my half birthday. I am officially 24 1/2.

I’m beginning to feel like I need to drive a silver Mercedes, dye my hair red, start tanning and wear a miniskirt.

Although I don’t have this feeling of Impending Doom like some people I’ve talked to, I am starting to feel old. Joey said something, rather derisively, about “when we’re 30″ the other day, and I kind of wailed “HEY! That’s getting really close!”

As he turned 24 the other day, I think he realized that it IS getting really close too. All he said was something nasty like, “You’re going to be 30 before me, hahaha.” I usually kick him in the shins when he says that.

Seriously, younger men.

Seeing as we’re on a seminary budget, I don’t see the silver Mercedes, red hair, tanning or miniskirts in my future. (As everyone heaves a collective sigh of relief that I won’t be prancing around in a miniskirt any time soon.)

I see the Quarter-Life Crisis shaking out to be something more like getting my silver Toyota Corolla washed, checking my hair for any signs of gray (I had a false alarm a couple months ago–totally freaked me out), slathering on the sunblock, and asking Joey if my just-above-the-knee skirt makes me look fat.

That’s a bit more realistic, wouldn’t you say?

Happy 24 1/2 Birthday, Me!