Ninety-five percent of my life feels like I'm caught in the basal struggle between doing the responsible, adult, mature thing and doing what I'd really rather be doing.
I won't tell you which part wins more often but I will tell you that I got up in the middle of the night (on a work night!) to bake toffee-crunch brownies because I really wanted one. So . . . .
3 comments:
I really wish I lived with you last night.
If you share the brownies with me, I'll reduce myself in size, don a pair of wings, sit on your shoulder, and validate your choices.
Maturity is overrated.
I love this idea!
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