Being an Adult

     Do you know what one of my favorite things of being an adult is? Eating iced animal crackers. As a kid, you have to hope your Mom bought some. Then, you have to ask first, at least when you're a little gal. But as an adult? I can eat them whenever I want, regardless of what anyone else thinks or says. As long as I remember to buy them (I did), and remember to pack them (I did), I can! Take today. Today, I forgot to bring to bring my own supper, but I have my animal crackers, by George! I mean, take this guy? Is it a lion? I have no clue. But what I can tell you, is that he was delicious! 

  Being an adult is pretty all right, at least at times. (Bill paying time, not so much.)