Tar being his sleepy self
champagne on Mother’s Day
waiting patiently for the ice cream to be done;)
my cute hubby at his graduation, so proud!
Sean’s sweet parents
showing off the tassel
my fave beer at the moment
very first blackberry & it tasted so good (Sean & I shared)
picture of a picture & my favorite new toy
our sweet $50 K-mart pool
memorial day beverages
thrifted Reader’s Digest books with lovely binding and covers
DIY: sparkle manicure (blogging about this soon)
our nightly ritual of gin rummy. nothing like a little intense rivalry before bed to keep a marriage lively, lol.
Friday is Sean, my hubby’s, 27th Birthday. I cant even really believe he is turning 27, an age I have always reserved in my mind as being the age at which you ‘become an adult,’ whatever that means. One thing that I have come to realize as an almost ‘adult’ (I’m 24) is that you never really feel like one. You always feel like you are pretending and that you are perpetually 17 and goofy (if you were goofy at 17 that is). I still feel like Sean & I are playing pretend that we are married, and there is no one that I would rather play pretend married with than him. Were going camping and riding in the desert this weekend, and I can’t wait. Last year, at this time, we were headed out to Mammoth to visit my aunt Jackie and celebrate his birthday.