I’m on the fence about turning 28 yesterday. I once knew a girl who told me that growing old was fun. I think about that a lot. As my husband always says, “It’s all a matter of perspective.” This is true. When I’m 35, I’ll think 28 is young, so I might as well think it’s young now. Celebration is in order all month long.
I prefer milkshakes on my birthday, so we called an urgent family meeting at Rupe’s to scrap cake & grab a shake.
Delicious…and motivating. I’m pretty sure that in the above picture I’m deciding that the last 2 years of my 20s are going to be wild. Maybe I’ll get a manicure…or start wearing jewelry. Better yet, I might even find me a fashionable pair of shoes or a cute outfit on-line. Okay, that last one might be living on the edge.