the ancient age of 23

As of 9:44 p.m. last night, I am officially 23.

Pass me my cane and my pants with the elastic waistband.

Just kidding. :)

While you could say I'm not feeling any older, yesterday definitely marked my entrance into a totally different world.

The boredom of adulthood.

A world where you have to work on your birthday. Find bills in your mailbox instead of birthday cards. Go grocery shopping-- and not fun grocery shopping either. Like buy lettuce and oat bran grocery shopping.

I stopped myself short of doing the dishes. I don't care if I'm an adult. I'm not cleaning up after my own birthday dinner.

Well. I will tonight of course.