And Now We Are Twenty-Eight

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.

This happened a couple of weeks ago now.  Though something sort of similar did happen Saturday morning.  But I didn't venture outside for that one.

But we have this giant pine tree out in our front yard that took the frost really well.  And looked very cool.  So I got a little fascinated.

We have a smaller pine tree closer to our door that had really, really cool frosted pine cones as well.  But it was also pretty windy and, yeah, they just would not sit still long enough to focus on them.  It was very irritating.

Also there was actual snow involved this time.  Which promptly melted.  But it looked pretty for the roughly 12 hours it hung around.  and I got to stomp around in it for awhile.  And pretend I'm something more like just eight.  Without the twenty in front of it.

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.