growing up, getting old

Is quarter life crisis a thing?

Now is the time when many friends and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends get engaged, get married.  And some have babies...wut... *shudder* (but that's just because I don't want a mini-me).

What other pieces of news can simultaneously make you happy and scared and jealous and bewildered?

Although it's only exciting when you actually know the happy couple because it's more real than "Do you remember [so-n-so]?  [She/he] got [engaged/married]!"
I can't believe we're at the age for "rest of my life" and "happily ever after."  We're one step closer to becoming our parents... *more shudder* ...as if our own apartments and credit card bills and responsibilities wasn't freaky enough.  Actual adulthood.  Remember when we began sex ed?  Remember when we started driving?  Remember when we went off to college?  Back then, we didn't even know we were, in reality, such babies.

So this is my attempt at a a simple engagement cake.
Vanilla cake with chocolate mousse filling.  Frosted with lavender-colored (close enough?) buttercream.  The hearts were made from Hershey's chocolate, and I fussed around with pink candy pearls... which was basically me haphazardly tossing them into the frosting and hoping it would appear "artsy" and "whimsical."
(I wish I could show you the cross section, but you're just going to have to use the imagination.)
Oh, and it's so uncomfortably hot in my house that the D melted to the top of the box while I was positioning the hearts.  Meanwhile, the leg of the A broke, and I wasn't clever enough to figure out how to fix it.  Sad face.  But maybe it was for the better, so as not to clutter the cake too much.

Belated congrats to Ash and Dom!