Quarter of a Century
I am 25 years old today and if I get hit by a bus tonight, I would like to be remembered like I am in the photo my roommate took of me this morning: unshowered, ready to go outside for a run, prepared to greet the morning, making an unattractive face mid-laugh.
Happy Birthday to me and my fierce calves!
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Happy birthday, Laura! And those are some seriously fierce calves!
Happy Birthday, you old coot.
BTW, I remember when you were just a baby and I held you in my arms. You were only 4 months old.
And then you shat all over me. From then on I knew you packed a wallop.
Aaah... memories.
Happy Belated! I hope you had a great one! I wish I had your figure!!!!!!!!!! and your calves, and your smile.......feel kind of weird telling a kind of stranger Happy Birthday, but oh well!
Why thanks guys!!! And anonymous, thank you extra specially for your kind words! It IS odd to tell a stranger Happy Birthday but I'm worth it, aren't I!? :)
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