My final day as a 32 year old

Tomorrow, I turn 33.
Today, I am 32.
I am going to be soooo grown up tomorrow. Magically, overnight, I will blossom into a 33 year old. Long gone will be my carefree days of a 32 year old. I guess I should spend today relishing my final day as a young chiquita. I should do something wild, like dye my hair purple and pierce some unmentionable body parts. Maybe I will go bungee jumping, or skydiving. Or maybe Sophie and I will be really reckless and go for a walk without our mittens. Yeah, that's wild. I won't be able to do that tomorrow. I will be 33.

-jl