28 will be great ...

I turned 28. I am not super thrilled about this development in my life. I am now how old I will be when I graduate from law school. A very old age to my 25-year-old thinking-about-how-old-I-would-be-when-I-graduated-from-law-school self. The age I become an actual adult. Did I mention I am not super thrilled about this development in my life?! But I have decided to start being positive about it anyway.

So, I have two goals for the year. First, every morning when I wake up, I will repeat to myself: "28 will be great." (Note to those two readers enthused about the interactivity part of the blog: You can repeat that to yourself too. Although it probably helps if your age has an 8 in it. If you are 29, or 39, or 49, however, you could repeat the equally rhyming but not as powerful, "29 will be fine." If you are 50, you can say "50 will be nifty." Also: 27 will be heaven, 36 is full of tricks, 45 is so alive, 54 is so much more, 63 is full of glee, lots to do at 72, 81 is very fun, and so on. There, interactive!) Next, I am going to do scary things. And be brave while doing them. I should admit that I am not even going to attempt not to be scared of things. That would be impossible, and if I decided not to be scared of things, I would have no chance to be brave. And bravery is an important part of the plan. I should also report that I am going to be very generous in my definition of what constitutes a scary thing. This week for example, I went up to our attic. That was scary. In July, I will take the bar. That is scary too.

The yellow-wearers at my yellow birthday party

So far, 28 is great. So was celebrating the last days of being 27, since I actually celebrated for three days straight. Yes, I have a good life. And really good friends. One (of many) example: Meradyth made a yellow cake for me, with yellow frosting and candles spelling out (numbering out?!) 28. Unfortunately, the 2 candle broke in half. Mer and I tried to superglue it together. That did not work, although we did succeed in supergluing ourselves and our counter top. Then we tried to pin it together with a toothpick. That did not work. So we tried a needle. That did not work. So we put more scientific minds to work:

Our resident mathematical genius Carly attempted to melt the candle back together.

To no avail.

Brad, however, used his stellar dental skills and some frosting to cement the candle together.

Hooray! Sweet success ...