Birthday

I am no longer 25. I am officially 26. There are some advantages to this, for instance I now always have something to moan about. "I'm closer to 30 than I am to 20!" I also no longer have to think of myself as in the same category as those youngsters in their early twenties. I think I'm going to like be 26. It seems to be the perfect balance of being grown up, yet still young. In fact, I think that 27 and 28 will be that way as well. In the year I am 26 I would like to get some more classes under my belt. I would like to have a baby. I would like to figure out how to make a souffle. I would like to travel somewhere just for fun, and not to visit anyone or to do something, but just because Mike and I want to go. I would also like to perhaps get the middle room in my apartment organized. That might be a bit of a stretch, but we'll see. Happy Birthday to me. And thanks, Mom, for having me. I'm pretty glad I was born.