So this is the year of the big, ugly, scary birthday. I can't even bring myself to say the numbers out loud. The other day I was talking to a coworker and she said, "you know you're too old to be shopping at Forever 21 anymore, right?" And my response, with a wee grin on my face was, "hello... it's FOREVER 21, not U R 21". Her view of my age didn't help ease the sting of the ensuing birthday though. I'm gonna need a spoonful of sugar in order to help this one go down!