Roaring Twenties

So, I had an awesome birthday; thanks for all your well wishes :))) Also, Diego had a great birthday, too, if any of you were wondering. When I was eleven I decided that his birthday would be the day before mine, because that's just awesome (we'd been told when we bought him he was born in April, so I eventually decided the date. Because, you know, I have those powers). He is now 13, and I am now, as my father put it the other day, leaving the teens behind and entering my roaring twenties.

My grandma laughed when she heard this and then proceeded to demand that I roar. I just laughed.

(I don't think I could really roar if I wanted to.)

But since I'm twenty, I thought I'd pay homage to the delightful 1920's...

Flapper Style!

That's me there, on the left. Making the uber-weird face. Like any normal day.

:))))