Bliss

If you think about it, much about adulthood, well, quite simply, it blows. The novelty of staying out late, sleeping in later, and having my own checking account wore off long, long ago (especially once I was the only one putting money into the checking account). Every once in awhile, though, I remember exactly why being a grown-up is lovely. Like Monday night (um, okay, and Tuesday night, too) when I was stuck in a hotel room and the wind swirled the snow around in the glow of the streetlight in wintery Bend. What choice did I have but to order food in? So order I did--cheese sticks and apple pie for dinner. Twice. Also, it wasn't really snowing, and it was around 6pm, so the streetlights weren't on yet. But I wanted cheesesticks and apple pie and dammit, that's what I had (twice). Because no one could tell me not to.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I should also mention that I went to the doctor today and I've gained 8 lbs in four weeks.