23

Well, another birthday goes on the record. And I had a fabulous day. Daniel let me pick where to go for lunch AND dinner. Woohoo for no cooking! At lunch we had Subway sandwiches and I confess (as I hang my head), I splurged and had a...Dr. Pepper. I know! I'm a terrible mother! If this baby is born with a particularly strong disposition, it will be attributed entirely to her mother's love of caffeine. I wonder if I took two pre-natal vitamins tonight it would make up for it? :) Anyways, this is what 23 looks like on me. Apparently it's going to be at least another year until I will be mature enough to take a serious picture.