I'll be 23 in just under three months (22 and three-quarters...not as if I'm counting), but that doesn't really bother me. I might be a basket case at 30, but age hasn't done much to me yet. Then again, I'm past all the good stuff - the permit, the license, the vote, legal alcohol - and all I have to look forward to is the ability to rent a car and a condo at 25. Whoopee.
That said, my baby sister - the kid I still sometimes think of as four - turned 21 yesterday.
My kid sister can now legally drink. Not that she does, but the thought frightens me. She's not supposed to be legal, she's supposed to be in high school or something.
You suddenly make me feel old, Jen. Happy birthday!
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