My birthday was the other... week and I am now twenty-eight years old.
I don't really know what else to say about that.
I do think this year is going to be a good year. I'm going to get married when I'm 28. More than likely we're going to get a puppy when I'm 28. No doubt at least one other good thing will happen in the next 355 days or so.
All the same, 28. That's a big number. For me.
So anyway, here are some pictures of frost. Which seems to be the sum total of winter we're going to get around here.
A weekend of two ago there were puddles in the Target parking lot. Steve more or less dared me to splash in them on the way in and I didn't. On the way back to the car though, I was all over that. To the point where he ran away from me so I wouldn't splash on him. And he started telling me I was getting my purse dirty, etc. I didn't care, I was having fun. And acting like a kid. Which everyone should do now and then.