I tried to be mature about it.
– When I know I had a new bottle of Taco Bell Fire Sauce and now I can’t find it.
I tried to be mature about it.
– When the grease in the skillet pops me. Absolute worst enemy when making steak and eggs.
I tried to be mature about it.
– When the fire alarm starts beeping in the middle of the night and I have to turn into a full-on investigator inspecting every single alarm in the house.
I tried to be mature about it.
– When Major steals something, looks me dead in the eye, and then bolts, and I have to attempt to turn into a long-distance runner. (Getting better at it.)
I tried to be mature about it.
– When the blog does better than my goal and I can’t resist doing my little happy dance.
– When the Free Bird remix comes on. (Crank it.) I air guitar until the very end.
– Playing outside with the pups and suddenly having to referee a wrestling match before getting my legs swept out from under me.
– When I get a new confession. I swear people just send me random stuff to see if I’ll post it. Love it, don’t stop!
Then somewhere around there, the maturity started slipping.
– Walmart.
– When I hit shuffle on my music and skip every song until I find one I like. Then do it again when the song is over.
– When I just need YouTube info, not the entire backstory on why it works that way.
– When aquarium life goes a fool again and FEMA is beefing with Cornelius.
– Making coffee for my aunts. We have completely different definitions of strong coffee, so my cousin is in charge of it.
– When someone assumes it’s my first day on this planet.
I tried to be mature about life changing.
– And about people changing.
– About realizing peace sometimes looks different than you imagine it would.
I tried to warn them.
Some days I manage it better than others.
Anyways. FEMA is in the timeout tank again.
