Two days ago:
Me: [yawning] okay, it’s late. Thanks for spending Halloween with me!
Sarah: [yawn] yeah, I’m tired. I’m going home and going to bed. But Chili’s Happy Hour = good idea.
Me: Shoot, I can’t go home yet. What time is it, like 9? I need to get to Ikea before they close. *checks clock* oh. my. gosh.
Sarah: What?
Me: It’s not even 7.
Two hours ago:
“I’m going to be at The Factory tonight at 9…”
“My activities need to END at 9, not start at 9.”
Oh, senility.
Also,
Last week’s obsession was cupcakes (~8 in a 2 hour period).
Tonight’s obsession is homemade potato tacos (~8 in a 20 minute period).
How much is too much of a good thing?
Ah, leave me alone. Today were parent conferences. I interacted with like 200 people, blah.
Oh, adulthood!