I'm That Old?

I always wondered what age I would be when it wasn't fun to admit how old I am. Well, it's now. I keep asking Mark how old I am because I seem to forget. I somehow think that I am still in my early 20s. It shocks me every time he reminds me of my real age. Time goes by so fast! At least he will always have one year on me--Are you really 28 Mark???? You're old. :) Since this blog is our family journal, I will write it down...I just turned 27 in May!!!
I got to go out with some of my favorite people to eat my favorite food twice that day!
Pizza for lunch ...

and pizza for dinner.

Great Company+Great Food=Great Birthday