photo by Caleb
Saturday I turned 26.
If I thought I could get away with complaining about it, I would. But when I lamented to Caleb about the utter horror of being anything other than 25 for the rest of my life, he wouldn’t hear about it. Apparently for as long as he is 22 months older than me, I’m not allowed to grumble over anything age related. Ever.
It’s okay, though. I nearly dropped a trampoline on him last week, so I call it even.
peanut butter cheesecake between german chocolate layers