Its kinda funny how you wake up one day and BAM!
There you are...old as creation.
You spend the first 20 or so years of your life trying to grow up. Saying things like..."I can't wait to have my own house and my own life!"
And sure, your own quiet little habitat is great..you can walk around in your skibbies, listen to music loud as a concert while you mop the floor and drink a pop with breakfast. All's fine and dandy...untillll the mortgage is due at the first of the month...and your main sewer line backs up...aaaand you will be off work for a billion weeks so you don't know how any of this will play out.
I regret ever not wanting to take a nap.
Naps rock.
Bills don't.
I'm pooped.
I am newlywed that never sees her husband.
And I am a homeowner who just wants a friggen KitchenAid mixer. That's all I want. I don't know why, I already have a mixer....but I have my sights set on this beaut...and its all I can think about.
http://cgi.ebay.com/KitchenAid-Stand-Mixer-White-w-Pink-Ribbon/360399796761?_trksid=p1468660.m2000037
I don't care what color, it could be camouflage for all I care. I just want to bake a cake...mop my floor with loud music, in my skibbies, in my house.
That's when you know you're old...you want a mixer. More than anything.
Ween out
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