Yes, indeed, my little chickens! The merrymaker turns 25 years of age this weekend.
Sunday, to be exact.
// Cue Dies Irae \\
Here's a quick throwback to the last monumental four birthdays of my twenties.
A quarter of a century of laughter, friends, family, and fun. Four (legal) years of margarita consumption and over a million karaoke songs under my belt. Sure... not all of 20's life goals have been crossed off my inner to-do list, but I have had way more fun than I deserve. The past year had brought on a mountain-load of hard times and losses, but every day was made easier by the amazing support system I have in my life. So, have a margarita in my honor this weekend and turn up some country music really loud... call a friend and tell them you love them. And hey, I think we can all agree that a new driver's license picture was the best birthday gift I could possibly receive.
