me i mean.
there is much evidence to the contrary, i know. posters on my bedroom door. a marked disdain for ironing. the lolling about and excessively loud music. not leaving the house without headphones firmly attached.
all of those bills have my name on them. Dang nabbit
and i guess that really is my car.
and then there's all those weddings i've been a guest at.
and the god children and other delicious toddling types.
but see, i know that i'm grown up because the first boy i was proper nuts about who was reciprocal, is getting married in August.
and if he's old enough to be doing such things, hot damn, so am i!