Happy Monday America… and Happy American Birthday to me! I’m officially 25 years old, a quarter of a century, which I assume means (since I’m living to at least one hundred, right?) that I may now commence my quarter-life crisis at any time which is convenient for me and inconvenient for James. Hurray! We had an amazing weekend in Dallas to celebrate my birthday, which included a lot of great food, some interesting sight-seeing adventures and a visit from James’ dad on his way from Sydney to Boston. More than anything else, it means the world to me to be able to celebrate something that really isn’t such a big…