proof that i'm an adult.

yes, here is proof that I'm an adult:

((in case you were curious, having TWO children doesn't automatically put you in the "adult" category.
this is us this morning on our computer's photo booth, pretending like it is valentine's day with our red threads--
even though it is monday, president's day. work with me, people.)

1. I can now grab into my Costco bag of Trail Mix (includes raisins, m&ms, cashews, almonds, and peanuts) and eat my entire handful. No longer do I have to separate them into piles and eat them separately. This is huge for me.

2. I do the dishes, clean my room (and the whole house sometimes) without being asked. Again. Big deal. My mom and my husband are proud.

3. In the candy aisle at the grocery store, I chose a sophisticated candy for my special Valentine treat. Dove chocolate. I know. Fancy. I get it.

4. I just made myself a gourmet salad for lunch. It had craisins, apples, walnuts, lettuce (duh), and a strawberry vinaigrette. Oh! and STINKY feta cheese. And I loved it. If anyone knew me in my previous life, I only would do salad with buttermilk ranch. This is a very big deal for me.

Wow! Look mom, I can wear my big girl pants now.
I'm an adult. Pretty cool. Just thought you should know.