As unlikely as it is that anybody that I don't know well is going to be reading this yet, I am going to do an about me post anyway. My first name is Elizabeth and I hate all nicknames for it besides Eliza. I am rather hypocritical with this because I love nicknaming other people. (My good friends can attest to this. Please-do-not-leave-comments-telling-the-embarrassing-and-stupid-nickname-I-gave-you. And above all do not tell what my nickname for myself was. Do not. There will be retribution.) My middle name is Rose, which I rather like. I'm not telling you my last name if you don't already know it, so enjoy that mystery. So: the story.
I was born.
And then I started to grow up.
And then I grew up all the way.
Then I cut my hair off. (Yes, I did wait that long.)
And then, after growing up some more, I lucked out and married the man of my dreams.
Then, we prepared to have a fur-child.
When our fur child arrived, it started an epidemic of happiness, even though we were already very happy. Here is a picture of me looking mentally challenged, I was so happy.
That's my life story, in a nutshell.