Whitney ist siebzehn erotisch!

Well, no longer am I two years younger than my sister. This day marks the day of my birth seventeen years ago. Man, it's been that long? Is this supposed to be a time for me to sit back, close my eyes, and look back on everything that happened in my life? I must say, I feel pretty proud knowing that I've survived over a decade of winters.

I gotta say...today is starting off well. Both Mom and Dad wished me a happy birthday this morning (though I was half asleep) before they left for work. Then, a little bit later, I wake up to Roscoe nuzzling my head. Trixie was snuggled up next to me. "Dogs are not supposed to be on the couch!" I only thought it, though. I didn't care. I'm surprised they both jumped up here, really...

Right after...I got up and stumbled around. I went straight to the shower. It was a long, long shower. I couldn't get warm! It was bloody cold in the house. Then after thaaaaat, I went outside for a while, picked up the mail, got some breakfast, and here I am now.

Oooh, I thought this was so cute. When I was outside last night Hay came running out and was all "Come here!" I interrogated her reasons for wanting me to evacuate my perch, but she INSISTED and so I went to her. Then she glomped me and wished me a happy birthday before scurrying off into the house. It made me laaaauuuugh.

You know, it feels like just another day. The only thing different about it is that I have this little glow of happiness following me about everywhere.

No longer am I sweet sixteen. I have baked in the sun and arisen as sexy seventeen!