That means it's birthday eve for me, kids!
22 was a pretty good year for me. Let's review:
I became an Aunt!
I got hitched!
I conquered my fear of zippers.
I was lucky enough to go on a beautiful, beachy honeymoon with my homie Chainsaw.
I made my first reptile friend.
I joined my first quilting bee.
I opened my own etsy shop. There's still a 15% off sale going on there, folks!
I had my second (almost completely) handmade Christmas.
Getting older is starting to feel weird. Please don't smack me over the virtual head for saying "older" about turning 23, but you know, a few years ago I was still a teenager! When you're a teenager you look forward to turning 18 and being an official adult. Then you look forward to turning 21 and being an official of legal drinking age adult. Then what? Retirement? Senior discount?
So this year leaves me with nothing to look forward to except the glory of getting older and (hopefully) the wisdom that comes with it. I hope 23 is just as fun as 22!
Me with my Grandma's cat.
Me with my kitchen! I totally remember that plastic ice cream that's by my foot. I loved that stuff!