I was in the car with Schuyler this morning and all the sudden I got hit with a lightening bolt of insight and excitedly proclaimed, "Can you ba-leeve it's been 10 years since Y2K?" He looked at me like I was out of my mind and continued to talk about blah blah baking yule logs at the bakery. (By the way, if you are in the North Florida area, you absolutely MUST try out The Bakery by Opus 39. I know the baker. He's totally cute, and his secret ingredient is not actually love, but high quality dark chocolate.)
Ten years since Y2K. Also, ten years since my sweet 16 (January 3). I think I'm going to throw myself a sweet-16 themed birthday party this year, in hopes of someone taking a hint and getting me a new car. (I'm looking at you, dad.) 1999 was such a magical time. Worrying about if the world was going to end a mere three days before I turned 16 just seemed, like, totally unfare dude. While everyone was stocking up on batteries and water, I was all "HEY. Stock up on BIRTHDAY PRESENTS. I want jean skirts and the platform Sketchers with pink stripes, by the way. Or new Dr. Martins boots, that would be, like, totally awesome. And the Eagle-Eye Cherry CD. And a bottle of peach schnaaps."
Ok, so maybe 1999 wasn't exactly magical. But I lived through it, dignity more or less intact, and now it's 10 years later. And I so totally could buy those Sketchers for myself now, and play the Eagle-Eye Cherry album on my iPod, and buy my own peach schnaaps. So I think my 16 year old self would congratulate me on a job well done. Bravo, Margo. You still will never be homecoming queen, though. Sorry to break it to you.
Also, I made this because I have waaaaaay too much time on my hands. It's from my 2009 statuses on Facebook. Obviously, I think minutiae is charming. 
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