Happy birthday Emily! Yee-haw!

Dear Emily, inexplicably dressed like it's the dead of winter, turned 25 [again- how many times again I shall not disclose] a couple of weeks ago. She celebrated by going sky-diving a few months ago. (I think she's crazy, but this is coming from someone who has not shampoo'ed their hair in over a month) We celebrated by having a delightful dinner at Texas Roadhouse. Remind me never to have a birthday dinner at Texas Roadhouse because I really don't want to sit on a saddle in the middle of the restaurant while all the servers sing me a weird birthday song and all my friends coerce me into striking poses. But that's what birthdays are for, aren't they?

Love you Emily!!