That's right, I can rock a paper crown! You're never too old for a pink foil paper crown in my mind. (and my hair seems to think you're never to old to act stringy and unpredictable out of nowhere! what's up with that?)
But its not just me, look who else looks smashing in said crown:
That's my boy! He makes a very handsome princess!
He also thinks it was "our" birthday. Mommy couldn't possibly have one of her own! No sir! It doesn't help that his IS in a week, so we've been talking about it, and when he saw cake, the logical conclusion was "its mine!".So...I'm 25. ...and it feels kind of weird. Not BAD, no no. Just..weird. Like somehow I skipped 21-24, I'm not sure. Maybe because 25 always seemed like such a marker, and now I'm here and don't feel any different than 3 days ago at 24. ;) Except now all of my internet profiles have a new number, and when I go to the gym and set the elliptical machine, I push the button one more time. hm...
Yeah...even at 25, I still don't photograph well =P but hey, its a picture with BOTH of us in it!