23

Last week, I turned 23.  

23.  That sounds so.... old.  So... mid-twenties. (I can already hear the complaints from the 30-somethings, talking about I am still so young. I know.)

And guess what?! I got my first surprise party! (At least, the first one that was actually a surprise.)  Chris was so sweet and so sneaky.  He invited several of my friends to take over our home while we were out to eat for birthday dinner.  When we got home and I opened the door, everyone yelled "Surprise!" and scared me half to death.  I actually screamed.  We enjoyed some good company, frozen yogurt, and the Red Wings game before we hit the bowling alley.  It was so much fun - I can't believe he pulled it off so well! What a great guy.