OH, CHICKEN.

I am WAY too old (and clumsy) to drop an entire carton of eggs on myself at the grocery store. I thought only kids made messes like that. To make matters worse, about 10 people saw me do it and heard me proclaim (instead of "oh shit" which would have made way more sense) "Oh....Chicken." Why. Why did I say that? #fml

Candy? Issues III

I am way too old  to eat peanut butter and fluff off a spoon.
Multiple times in one day.

Candy Issues II

I am too old for one of my bosses to leave a bag of green lollipops on my desk chair (she knows they're my favorite), but oh was it a nice surprise!

(And I have a great boss. yay!)

candy issues

i'm way too old to eat gummy bears for breakfast!

ps i think it is pretty clear the we (Liv, Em + I) have serious candy issues/addictions!

Spiders, ants and moths...oh my

I am way to old to have a mini-freak out dance (home alone, btw) because what I believed to be a spider landed on my foot. It was an ant. But hey Cali got a kick out of it. AND then later there was a moth in the bathroom- I HATE moths (probably b/c of Moth Man Prophecy which I saw 6 years ago and it scared me for life). Instead of being an adult and getting the moth outside, I just chose to give the moth some privacy and shut him (her?) inside the bathroom.

Ugh...moths..dusty wings.

Starbucks Always Saves The Day

I might be too old for roommates. 

I reason that I'm not because I live in a major city and rent is highway robbery high.

But I am definitely too old to be dealing with crazy roommates. 

(Read: unplug the modem, which is in her bedroom, and then lock her door and leave for the weekend, because the landlord and the rest of us living there have asked her to leave because she's crazy.)

And I am WAY too old to have to be communicating to the crazy roommate solely through the landlord.

(Read: Dear Landlord, Please tell crazy roommate to turn the modem back on so the rest of the apartment can get internet. Thanks, your soon to be former tenant if this situation doesn't get resolved.)

Yup. 

Greetings from Crazy Town Starbucks.

I.D. Please

I am WAY too old to be asked for a second form of I.D. and then told "I still don't believe you."

The eye-roll, annoyed face, and grab of my I.D. from his hands must have convinced him, because he told me I would appreciate it "when I get older". To which I responded, "Whatever, it has been at least ten years." And maybe I am too old to have "whatever" be my strongest comeback, but if I'm going to be treated like a teenager, expect me to act like one!