Growing up....kicking and screaming

29. It's like teetering on top a 500 story building with no bungee cord to yank you back. 29. Wow. I can't even believe it. Actually, I don't think I do believe it. How can I? How have I grown up to be 29 and not have all the things I'm suppose to have? It just ain't fittin'.

At any moment, there could be a boyfriend pillow waiting on my doorstep. Oh yes, there is a pillow out there that has a pillow arm that wraps around your body and makes you feel comfort from your, uh...boyfriend. However, when you turn around to get frisky, you remember that you had to buy yourself this boyfriend pillow thing and realize what a loser you are.

And, no. I do not have one of these alleged pillow manfriend things. But I think the clock is ticking on this one. Guess we will just have to wait and see. Maybe I'll hold out until they come out with the children pillow and pet pillow. That way....I will be the envy of everyone. I'll have my own little pillow family that gives me pillow hugs whenever I want them. Jealous? I thought so. :)