A woman who jokes about turning 30 every year and then a woman who seriously refuses to let anyone know her real age. What is wrong with these scenarios? Probably nothing really but I just don’t understand them is all. Of course joking about being 30 again, I get it, I laugh whenever my Mom tries to tell me she is younger than what I calculated her out to be. My Grandmother probably feels great because every year I swear she is 65 again and my father? Well he just shakes his head when he realizes what me turning 30 on Friday means — he’s getting older! I have no problems telling people that I am turning 30 on Friday, but I am sort of sick of hearing “wow you …