…to me and my dad! Today I’m 24 (while my dad's name will remain anonymous). I can’t decide if 24 is young or old. It always sounded old to me, but now that it's my age it seems really young. Based on a conversation I had with my coworkers it’s both. I’m wearing one of my favorite pairs of heels today and said, “I’m old enough to know that these can hurt my feet, but young enough not to care.” Quandary solved!
Something I’ve been thinking about that’s really strange is that this is my last birthday as a single gal. True, HoneyB and I have cohabitated for quite some time, but it’s not quite the same. I mean, this time next year I’ll be a 25 year-old married woman. Holy cow!
On another note, I decided to buy myself a B-day present. You like? You’ll never guess where I got it!
