As I mentioned before. I recently aged a year. Not that aging happens in one year chunks. I mean, we're constantly getting older. However, my age-ometer doesn't have decimal places. I don't have the digital model... It's an all or nothing thing. I'm either 27 or 28. Not 27.2834.

So. Yeah. I'm older. My birthday actually occurred while we were in Seattle. Exploring a new place with my favorite person in the world was a fun way to celebrate.

Initially, I thought this new year was no big thing. However, I'm beginning to think I smile too much... Last week I noticed smile lines on my face. Either they weren't there before or my eyesight is actually improving with age.

Other than the wrinkles, everything else seems to be in working order. My biceps are still so big. I am actually more comfortable in my wrinkling skin this year than last year. I guess the more skin wrinkles the more comfortable it is... The easier it is to smile and laugh.

People keep telling me that my thirties will be the best. That women only get better in their 30's... You might be wondering. Is it possible for me to get ANY better? Is there any room for improvement? Yes. Just ask Manda. :o) Good thing she loves all of me. Including my wrinkles.

Peace Out.