~ I am contemplating getting a fancy face washing brush and buying eye cream. Not because I should take better care of my skin, because I really, really should. My skin care routine is non-existent. It is because I am turning 30 in October and figure I should...cause I am getting old. This will be a holy-cow-I- am-30 purchase.
~ I have an overwhelming urge to tug on the length of girl's skirts at the mall and talk to them about their self-worth and why they do not need to show it all.
~ I move my 2 1/2 year old son away from said girls, as I don't want him seeing that stuff...even though he is only 2.
~ Going to bed at 10pm is the most glorious event that could happen in my whole day. It doesn't happen, but I dream about it happening.
~ Having my college professor turned co-worker find an old hard drive with my college video projects on them.
Reason #1 why I am old - They are almost EIGHT years old. yikes.
Reason #2 why I am old- I thought my folder would be labeled with my married name, not my maiden name...cause now I only think of my self as my married name. Old married people do that.
~ I have a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of coffee for breakfast. Every. Single. Day.
~ I find movies like Shrek highly inappropriate for my 2 year old to watch.
~ I bought a pair of sandals for comfort not for the style. This one pains me the most. I feel the need to buy an amazing but not-so-ideal-for-lugging-carseats-around pair of high heels to compensate. I won't, because that would be wasteful. Hence, another trait of age.
I am doomed.