Since I turned 32...
I left home for the first time.
I powered through world's worst summer (selling a house, buying a house, living apart from Brad).
I started eating peas.
I started drinking beer (a limited menu, but beer nonetheless).
I moved to the beach.
I bought a house I'm madly in love with.
I've remained in remission and have had little trouble with my guts.
I learned to live without Zingerman's.
I was reminded of how many super duper awesome friends I have.
I met a handful of super duper awesome new friends.
I said hello to a bundle of new babies.
I got to use my master's degree.
I celebrated my fifth year of marriage.
I ate at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant.
I (sort of) reentered the work force. I'm not entirely bitter about it.
I saw Scissor Sisters in concert and it was pretty dang sweet.
I got to introduce my family to my beach town and run around in the sand with my ever-growing nephew.
I bought my first automatic car, and welcomed power locks for the first time.
I celebrated my second year as a vegetarian.
I started riding my bike.
I went swimming with Heidi for the first time.
Not too shabby.
Here's looking at you, 33. You better be nice.