We went to Pattison's Patisserie down at Chatswood and bought: 2 lemon lime tarts, 1 chocolate brulee, 1 cheesecake, and a napoleon, which wasn't a rather short french emperor, but a vanilla slice with strawberries instead. I made Bear check. Then we ate a lemon lime tart and the cheesecake with tea and hot chocolate, and we were happy.
:D
And then we went shopping! Bear hadn't planned for this, but i decided, i needed an "adult identity", so i was going to buy one. Got paid last friday anyway.
Bear asked, where are we going? the adult identity shop?
That would've been ideal, but unfortunately there wasn't one to be found at Chatswood, so we wandered around, wondering what else i could purchase to ease this nagging sense of underachievement... a bag? nah, they're all armpit bags nowadays... shoes? they were all a bit too sparkly, pointy or precarious for my clompy doc mart tastes.. what about just general clothing stuff? Yes! I bought a dress! It wasn't covered in sequins, ruffles or ribbons and it wasn't pink, so i had to have it. Plus it looked nice on. :)
And then we also bought some coolant for the car, a microwave rice cooker (convenience!), and a supercool colourful swirly-shaped notepad thingy. Because that description is not very good, here is a picture:
Isn't it cool? Now, i am going to attempt to make a bechamel sauce without ending up with a large ball of dough. Wish me luck!
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Adult once we are past 25? Yikes, Bear & I are way behind!
I was definitely out of the room when they handed out adult-conversion kits.
Evidence of your not becoming an adult:
1. Bear. Is he an adult? No.
2. Armpit Bags? Own any? No. Adult fashion for adults.
3. Adults don't buy colourful notepads, they buy conservative post-it notes, or the little ring-bound policemen's pads like then ones my brother keeps buying.
4. Lego. Any questions?
well thats the thing, see. I'm not anywhere near as adult as i should be at 25.
*confused*
Show me the page in The Instruction Book (Homo Sapiens - Care, Maintenance and Breeding) that says where we become adult at 25.
Ask Bear about 'The Greatest American Hero' and loosing instruction books; that's my excuse.
i think it was (is) my own personal timeline, something that i've carried inside me that goes off at certain intervals like an alarm clock. 25! BIBIBIBEEP BIBIBIBEEEP! TIME TO BE AN ADULT!
i'm turning 26! ARGH!!!!
and nowhere near being an adult.
i play with lego and whine with my students.
well, i just had my 1st major female problem induced surgery yesterday. does that count?
Grace
i think that definitely counts.
plus you have a proper job. and a HUSBAND!
yes but i'm child-like (i'm told there's a difference between child-like and childISH).
so i can have all these adult things but FOCUS on all the lego.
suddenly thinking of the toys'r'us theme song
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