It's past noon and I'm still not sure what the big deal about 21 is.
Maybe having a beer in Germany takes away the excitement of being officially old enough to drink in the US or something. Or maybe not wanting to go out and get drunk so that I can puke it up on Christmas morning (or any other morning for that matter) does it. Not sure.
Whatever it is...It's another birthday. Another Christmas. Another day. Another rain shower in the northwest. Another opportunity to wear my purple dress and black TOMS. Another 5 minutes to check facebook. Another hug from my little sister. Another reflection of Christmas lights in the window. Another prayer for snow. Another headache. Another smile. Another latte. Another story to write. Another complication to figure out. Another book to read.