23, phobias, and already a cougar

I turned 23.  Yesiree.

It was kind of a weird experience because in a way I feel like I skipped my 22nd birthday.  You see, my 22nd was different from all my other ones, warm, swimming pools and no daunting snow clouds to greet me when I woke up.  Still a special day, just different.  So this time it was back to the crunchy fall leaves, eventual snow clouds (later that week) and the whole Perucca clan to spoil me rotten. :)

Here we are at our house after dinner...minus Justin and Chantel who had YM/YW.

See that pile of napkins on the couch?...in the back?

Yeah well dear Nicholas decided it would be great to wrap my present entirely in napkins.  

Did I mention I have a semi-phobia of napkins because folks, I do.

I can touch them. But I hate it. Most of the time it induces my gagging reflex.

Gross.

But I was under strict orders to open it myself with no help.  And then what do I find when I get through the wrapping paper?...the box is stuffed full of crumpled napkins.  

Double whammy.  Thank you Nick.

It was certainly a night to remember.

I honestly did get spoiled so thank you one and all!  Specially family in Australia who managed to get me a gift.  Thank you!

Phil actually got me a special little gift of my own.

A MO-vember mustache.

I asked him if he'd always have a mustache on my birthday and he told me "as long as your birthday is in November, I will have a mustache on it."

I dubbed him Mario for the month.

Such love and dedication right? 

On another note, I am loving being back in Cougar Town.  We just went to the last home football game and yes, it was freezing.  I even sported my long johns but it was great and we love going with our friends.

23 and a cougar.  That's me!