25 and counting

well...the birthday has come and gone. i have to say, i'm a little shell-shocked.

starting around thanksgiving, i started calling myself 25. but now that i actually am 25, i feel very weird admitting it.

i celebrated my birthday many times last week and weekend. i had a yummy dinner with a close friend. i had a small, low key get together with the people i care most about. i went to connecticut and had a decadent dinner with my family, followed by cake and presents.

but all of that fun was interspersed with stress and agitation. can i just not have a relaxing birthday? next year, my birthday will be on a tuesday. i will not be throwing a party, or driving to connecticut, or traveling at all. i'm going to try to take off the day from work and just veg. or maybe shop. that would be an ideal birthday.



...not that this crazed weekend wasn't fun. i have to admit, i have never felt more loved. and what more could a girl ask for on her 25th birthday?

i'll tell you what.



a chocolate fountain.