It's my birthday eve.

The eve of my 24th.

Willow, one of the ladies I work out with, told me that her 24th year was her best. YES! BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE, HERE I COME!

Also, I want someone to go parachuting with a birthday cake parachute for my birthday. I know that this picture says "30th" birthday blah blah blah, but you get the idea. I think that this is necessary.

I will, however, accept an elaborate 35-minute firework show in the absence of a parachuting birthday cake.