I am one quarter of a century old. Eric hit this milestone last year, and I’ve been dreading it’s arrival for quite some time. I know that in the grand scheme of things, 25 is still very young, but my goodness, it feels so big! Perhaps it’s because I spend most of my time with…
my birthday (and the awkward life of the ringers).
I turned 24 on Monday. I wish I was one of those people who grew more graceful with age, but I fear that I am actually regressing as a human being. Case in point: I can no longer be in our apartment for more than 10 minutes without changing into sweatpants. No more real pants…
a quarter of a century.
We’ve spent the past few days celebrating Eric’s 25th birthday. This year, celebrating mostly involved massive quantities of food, thanks to an incredible BBQ pulled pork pizza at The Granary, a peanut butter pie and a mixed berry pie in honor of Pi Day (and Eric’s birthday), and some homemade blueberry cake donuts. Hopefully, the…
a weekend of celebration.
Oh, hey there, blog. I’m afraid I’ve neglected you lately. I’ll blame our busy work schedules and the fact that we are trying to soak up as much time with our pals as possible this spring. It has been glorious, if not exhausting. I guess that when life is happening, the blog isn’t. Anywho, here’s…
a birthday celebration.
Yesterday was Eric’s 24th birthday. We have entered the 3-week period where our ages are 2 years apart. He’s an old man at 24, while I’m still youthful at 22. Like I said, this won’t last long, but it makes me feel good about myself. If you know anything about us from reading this little…