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Here's what I wrote a year ago today:

"I turn 30 in exactly one week. 30!!! Jeebus. I'm not really that freaked out about it, actually - partly because I'm one of the last people to turn 30 in my group of friends, but also because I never really set up the concept of "30" as being some sort of incredibly important milestone the way I did for 25. When I was in college, I had this whole thing about how if I wasn't fully supporting myself through music when I was 25, I would quit entirely and go back to school (to study... something). Now, however... I'm married to my best friend and soulmate, I'm in a band I really like, my job isn't totally sucking the life out of me, I'm living in a great apartment and I've got the 2 cutest puppies in the entire world... I don't necessarily have any gigantic long-term goals at the moment, besides getting healthy."

Yeah, but NOW I turn 31 in exactly one week, and 31 feels a hell of a lot older than 30. That extra "1" really pushes it over the cliff.
So you've had your dogs for a year already? They must be full-grown, then. They're even tinier than the four-and-a-half-pound Yorkie I grew up with.
I turn 34 in a couple of months... it just keeps getting better (or I hope). For some reason 27 really freaked me out because I had expected to achieve some indiscernible level of success or something before 30, and only had three years left to do it. After that, I just relaxed a bit. I don't miss the 20's at all, and for some reason really look forward to the 40's. :)