Birthday.

I love Christmas break; it is definitely on my "Top 10 List of Favorite Things in the World."
My current status is in my pjs, on my bed with nothing to worry about except what to eat for dinner.
Therefore, now seems like prime time to write about happenings of late because:
a. It turns out I'm really bad at keeping a blog.
b. My father complained I don't write very much. Which made me feel a little bad and a little important.
So, here's the story of my 21st birthday.

Dec. 9, 2011:
Classes were through and work was over. To celebrate my my age of drinkability (and lack of willingness as a Mormon) I decided to throw a 1920s themed mocktail. We ran all around town (bless my roommates' hearts for putting up with the trip) getting costumes, foods, and supplies. We then rushed home to clean, make treats, and set up or DIY photobooth (thanks again fabulous roomies!).
Friends came and it was lovely.

Dec. 10, 2011:
I woke up late. My friend Scott decided to take me out to breakfast, which was just too sweet (I love breakfast, especially birthday breakfast). We went to Family Tree, a restaurant you won't find anywhere but tiny Santaquin, Utah. There are some things you should know about Family Tree: they have huge-a scones and it's haunted. Also, it's awesome.

Me and my birfday scone.

Other highlights of the day include: getting flowers from my family and friend Jimmy Bunting, going to the Beehive Bazaar and buying some fabulous birthday earrings, stuffing myself on entirely too much Sushi Ya, and then ending the day with Friends and my traditional yellow batter, chocolate frosting birthday cake.

<3

My beautiful gerber daisy from Jimmy.

Hooray 21.