I can no longer say I am in my early twenties. *sigh* As of July 27th, I am twenty-five years old. The only thing keeping me from feeling TOO old is that most of my friends are a few years older and my boyfriend is the ripe old age of twenty-nine. He took me to a fancy steakhouse and bought me champagne and a rib-eye. Then we went to Dairy Queen for dessert. Yeah, he's a keeper. Sorry for the disgusting picture, but aren't we just too cute?? (I had to duck a little because I'm taller than him when I wear heels.)
Thursday, August 6, 2009
My birthday
I can no longer say I am in my early twenties. *sigh* As of July 27th, I am twenty-five years old. The only thing keeping me from feeling TOO old is that most of my friends are a few years older and my boyfriend is the ripe old age of twenty-nine. He took me to a fancy steakhouse and bought me champagne and a rib-eye. Then we went to Dairy Queen for dessert. Yeah, he's a keeper. Sorry for the disgusting picture, but aren't we just too cute?? (I had to duck a little because I'm taller than him when I wear heels.)
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Well, make him wear tall cowboy boots. Then you won't have to duck.
ETM
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