Last week was my 25th birthday. Wooohooo! I survived a quarter century!

I didn’t hear anything great about turning 25. When I turned 24, all I heard was “Well, at least you’re not 25!” This year all I heard was “Well, uh…now you can rent a car. And your insurance goes down!” Yeehaw.

But surprisingly, my birthday week wasn’t bad at all. I had a birthday cake and some presents from my crew at Tilt Nightclub. I hung out with my girls from college this weekend. And Sunday I woke up with my birthday present from Moose…bronchitis.

Worst. Present. Ever. But now I’m feeling (a little) better and ready to enjoy 25 to the fullest.

But I’m NOT looking forward to 26.

“[Michelle] has helped to bridge the differences that have divided us for so long because no matter which party you belong to, we can all agree that Michelle has the right to bare arms.”

-President Obama

Show off those guns, girl!

I got this in an e-mail forward today. Usually forwards just piss me off. This one freaked me out.

I think everyone knows by now how much I detest snuggies.

San Francisco had their very own sunggie pub crawl this past weekend. Barf.

However, one girl in particular gave me a new appreciation for the snuggie.  I guess snuggies are ok…

If you rock them the LADY GAGA way.

No. No. NO!

A SNUGGIE PUB CRAWL?

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Imagine walking into a bar it seeing it filled with scary people all wearing snuggies.

That is just cause to run away as fast as you can.

Here is why I hate the snuggie.

Oh…and if you’re over 18 and have a sense of humor…check out the WTF blanket. It’s a little too dirty to post here. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.