I grow old, I grow old

… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.


Today I kiss my twenties good-bye, and enter a new decade full of maturity and responsibility, and (I hope) empty of nightclubs and platform heels. Sweet!

For the occasion, Sparks made me a birthday cake to my exact specifications: chocolate cake with white icing. Also sweet! Thank you, honey. You’re the best thing I did this decade.


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