twenty three and counting.

It's my birthday, and it's been a good one so far! I am now 23 years old. For some reason, 23 sounds so much older than 22. I like odd numbers better, too. This will be a good year...

When I got home from school, my fantabulous husband, Joel, presented me with this lovely rose!
Then, we headed to our yearly, celebratory birthday/anniversary spot. This is a four year tradition, folks:We attempted and failed, once again, at the peg game. I think I've won it once. Does anyone know the trick??
Our delicious food finally came...
We were stuffed to the brim. That's my complimentary birthday blackberry cobbler. I could only stuff a few bites in, but it was so yummy.
Our post dinner happiness:
We got home, and I crashed until just now. I have a midterm at 8AM. I think it's time I started studying.

P.S. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel. I love Joel...

P.P.S. I REALLY love my husband, Joel. However, there is a method to my madness as to why this is written so many times. You will see soon.

P.P.P.S. (?) Lucy is sitting at my feet and chewing her bone. She is such a good little dog. She helped make this birthday special, too.