Growing up...

I have recently moved in to my first apartment, all on my own...anticipating the arrival of my husband, Dan. I now have my own mailbox, my own living room, my own electric bill. I feel like I really have accomplished something. I guess I didn't realize that I have grown up this past year. I still feel the same, and feel I haven't changed a bit. But being married means being grown up, well unless you're a mormon. So here's to being an old, grown up married bag. I still know how to have fun bitches. I just have fun without the one night stands.