Doesn’t count cause the room is spinning

Well look at this! Not only is this here blog my first entry written as a mature 25 year old (wearing a crazy mature shirt that has a cat with cowboy boots on and says "I Love Country Meowsic"), but it's also my 100th post. NUTS! Also nucking futs, in that really freaky, "OMG I'M TOTALLY OLD" kinda way, I received my first ever birthday card that called me a "woman" this year. Does this mean I have to stop going to Disney On Ice until I have kids? Because that would really suck.
Here are some new pics of Lily. She's growing sooooo fast. In this one she's saying "MA! stop takin' my pict-chur." In my mind, sometimes she sounds like the girl version of Jonathan Lipniki when he was in his hayday. Shortly after this photo was taken, she pounced on my camera and sauntered off saying "Warnedcha." How? How? Howwwww am I going to live with out that face for seven whole days?! Tomorrow, I'm off to Aruba for family fun time. This year, I've been upgraded from sharing a bed (not a typo) with my parents, to having my very own couch in the living room. YAY! 25 is great!
Can't wait to show off my tan.
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Meet Me In Montauk

A couple weekends ago, the Wormers took over Montauk.

The day was filled with:

• Checking out the light house and being yelled at by a cranky old lady that obviously hated tourists and her job, who told us to "take a free walk to hell."
  
• The best margaritas of. my. life.
  
• Having a couple different strangers take pictures of us on the rocks.
  
• Finally buying a new boogie board, friendship bracelets (because we're 25 minus the 20), and sweatpants that say "THE END" across the ass - LOL?
  
• Eating lobsta at the place the hunky Australian dudes told us they worked at.
• An art fair & men in short denim shorts. Like seriously short - and they were not cut-offs. I'm not sure if that makes things better or worse.
  
• Naps in the car.
  
• And finding a pole to dance on. Jamie was a natural. Duh.
  

It was a good day.

YO - check out a new side project.
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