The Last Twenty

This is it. Today marks the beginning of my last twenty. This is the last year I'll be able to legally consider myself a twentysomething. What choice do I have but to rock it? Les get it, 29.

This day has been a right pleasant day. I decided to bedeck myself in my all time fave color, purple (lavender, to be exact, but all shades of purple make my world go round):

I also rocked these shoes:

Yeah, baby. Rocked 'em.

I came home to a wrapping-papered door:

Opened a longed-for present:

And helped myself to a nice chunk of pretty ice-cream cake:

Ya'll don't know nothin bout 29! It's allaway live up in dis 29 right herr! On my momma and er'thang I luh we gon do DIS 29, cuz! Train 29 is leaving the station and it's rollin on, honey. It's rollin ON.