I Choose Cookie

Happy Monday to all my favorite blog readers out there!  Did you guys have a good weekend?  Mine was very productive.  I cleaned my house, did the laundry, watered the plants, raked up all the leaves in the yard, ran errands.  Sometimes being an adult is NO FUN.

Recently, I met a little girl in the park near my house where I was walking my dog.  She was about 7.  First, she asked me if I had any kids.  (No.)  Then she asked me if I was a kid.  (Ha!)  I’m choosing to take that as a compliment and a testament to my youthful energy and girlish figure.  😉  Anyway, I told her that no, technically I’m an adult, but sometimes I do still feel like I’m a kid.

As evidenced by the fact that I totally feel like I deserve a cookie or a medal for all my productiveness this weekend.  That’s how it works when you’re a grown-up, right?  You still get rewards for being good?  No?  Well, do I at least get a raise in my allowance?  Wait wait wait, I’m not getting paid to do any of my chores?  BOOOOO.  What a gyp.

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