Gasp. I’m 19.
by Abbie
Since no one has randomly asked me how old I am since December 19, it hasn’t really struck me yet that I’m another year older.
Usually, that flash of clarity comes when someone curiously inquires about my age, and I start to say my old age, then realize that I am, indeed, one year older.
So please, if you happen to see me on the street or run into me in Wal-Mart, do me a favor and ask how old I am.
Reality needs to set in.
How old are you?
So…how old are you Abbie? I just went blank;)
Why, I’m eightee – I mean, NINETEEN. Thank you for asking!
No prob, Cuz
hehe
You are supremely adorable in that picture.
Just wanted to let you know that.
Gah! Something I’m not sure I want to think about it that…oh, in a month and a half or so, I’m going to be 20. Freaking. 2-0.
*long sigh*
Ah well. It happens to the best of us.
I dunno. I liked being 19 better than 18. hehhe:)
The snowflakes are very cool. No pun intended.
Well, happy birthday!! Nineteen sunk in yet? I think it’s a lovely age to be.
Enjoy every minuet of nineteen!