I can vividly remember spending my 23rd birthday in my basement apartment in Connecticut by myself with a small pizza from Sergio's and a six pack of bud light. It was by far the most depressing birthday I have faced so far. I had just moved there and didn't really know any one and did I mention I lived in a basement in a person's home? Not only did I feel like a foreign exchange student, but it was also the day I realized gone was the life I had known for the past 22 years. No more school, no more parents, no more circle of friends immediately at your side.
I hope my sisters grow as much as I did after I faced that birthday alone. This post is turning a bit more sentimental than my intentions were, so I will liven it up a bit. Normally, with a birthday comes a cake. Recently, I have discovered what I think could be the funniest blog out there. It's all about when professional cakes go horribly wrong.. It pretty much makes me crack up every morning! Check it out- I love it! www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com
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