16 has always been that coming of age number, that age where you have finally grown out of being a child, and are almost considered to be an adult, (almost). You can have your drivers leaning permit, you can get a job easier, lots of pretty shnazzy stuff. So, I'm excited about it, and terrified, but that's okay. Because most things in life scare the bejeebers out me, but I move on and read a book. Yup. Or make some fettuccine alfredo. Expanding waist lines make you forget about the scariness of life.
ANYWAY. I'm rambling about things, I don't have much to say, and I need to go wrap my presents to myself. Kidding. I almost did the thing like Mr. Bean, you know the one where he sends himself a dozen identical Christmas cards because no one else did? Cracks me up all the time, I tried to find it on Youtube for you guys but I got carried away and started watching THIS instead. You're welcome.
And I'm gone! Off to the swimming pool with some friends, because it's like 100 degrees today. Icky sticky.