Welcome ta Earf.
So, when the clock strikes midnight I will strike 25 years old. Yessir, my sister and I are Independence Day Babies, and no mistake. Did you know fireworks were invented in our honor? Truth!
I remember when I was a kid: 25 meant you were a grown up. Now that I'm here, I sure don't feel like a grown up...more like I'm playing at being one. Maybe when I'm 40 the reality of my spent youth will finally hit me, and I will take up the drink. I think I've heard of stuff like that happening.
Anyway here's something I drew for my sister. Can you figure out why I'm unemployed? I sure can't!