It is Friday, people. Friday. Sorry, I need to be more exclamatory. Friday!!!!!!! It's shaping out to be a cozy kind of day of which, I'm quite a fan. It's a Read Books & Watch Movies kind of day. Alas, I don't know how much of that I'll be doing, but if I could be doing anything right now, that would be it. Instead I have more glorious pursuits like giving Bo a bath, grocery shopping, cleaning and catching up on work. The Life of a Grown Up, I suppose.
Does it ever still just hit you that you are an adult? Does anyone other than me think this is weird sometimes? I have a house. Weird. Furthermore, I live in the suburbs. Only adults do that sort of thing. I have my own furniture, not strange compilations of my grandmother's leftover stuff, but I have now acquired my own stuff. Surprising. I have a husband. Both weird and surprising. I am now addressed by all checkers at the grocery store as 'M'am'.
Looking at the symptoms, I am definitely an adult. I am older than the Friends' characters during the opening season. Now that's weird.