birthday's eve

I turn twenty-six tomorrow.  Twenty-six.  I'm officially entering my upper-twenties.  ::cue mid-twenties crisis here::  Except I already had that at twenty-five.  I'm a crisis-repeater.

So getting older is no fun, but all fun at the same time.  Life only gets better with age :)  As does wine.  That is not a coincidence.

And so, as my last twenty-five year old post, I leave you with no words of wisdom from my twenty-fifth year, but instead with this happy puppy...just making his bean bag bed a little more comfortable for his afternoon snooze.

I love how two-toned he looks here...like his legs and head don't match.  What a dye job :)