Admittedly, turning 25 again this year has been more traumatic than previous 25th birthdays in that my evening regimen has expanded to exorcising rogue grey hairs and exfoliating with aggressively anti-wrinkle cream. Additionally, though my Abs of Steel modeling career has taken a nose dive since the arrival of my petite princess, I find that her auspicious presence rivals any (fictitious) photo shoot. In fact, celebrating said anniversary of birth surrounded by loved ones and comforted by a Mississippi Mud cake made by my mom, complete with a forgiving number of candles, is far from tragic. In fact, I might even say that I am blessed (minus the sanctimonious sounding part). So Happy 25th Birthday to me- again.
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Hey, what's wrong with being 28?! p.s. I was calling on Sat for your mom's cell. The one I have for her is disconnected. I wanted to know if they wanted to swing by the house while they were in RI. No big deal...
Yea, 28 is awesome when your husband and several friends are all turning 30! Aahahaha!
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