It's official - I am a year older, and that's just too old.  I turned 23 on June 21 and it was a sad day.  I really liked the year 22, and I am not ready to be 23.  It just doesn't sound right.  22 is just a pleasant number filled with youth, and 23 shows the impending doom of turning 25, and then 30.

I told Bryan that I was just 22 again, but he did not let that fly.. :(

On a brighter note, our weekend in Chicago was excellent!  More to come on that later today.