I have been meaning to post about turning 32 and be all witty about aging and how I'm not all that much different than I was when I was 22 except that I am.
But, I just chipped a tooth (no mom, it wasn't on a crouton.) So now I am in the midst of anxiety attack crisis at the thought of having to expose my mouth to a dentist.
Which, actually, goes towards proving my point. See? Not much has changed since I was 22.
Excuse me, I'm gonna go breath into a paper bag for the next three days.