Teenage Wasteland…
I am 32 years old. I have a mortgage. A college degree handing on the wall. I receive Boss’ Day cards. Truly, I am an adult and fairly responsible.
But today I was, like, totally 16 again.
Chris was in the thriving metropolis of Midland with a bus full of actual teenagers.
I did absolutely nothing of value.
The day started late well, because I could. I slept. And then rolled over and slept some more. Ahhhhh…. The responsible part of me told me to go to the gym. The 16 year old told me to stay in bed and watch TV.
After an hour or so (okay maybe like 2 ½), the teenager spoke again and said, “Time to Shop!” And I obeyed. I went to every store in the mall the 16 year old wanted to go and thankfully, I found a fabulous double-breasted orange wool coat at Forever 21 I didn’t even know I absolutely had to have. It’s totally beautiful.
Then my tummy growled. The adult told me to eat some grilled chicken sandwich since, she so politely reminded me, I’d skipped the gym. The teenager said, “Gag!” and pointed me toward my weakness.
The Chick-fil-a Cookies and Cream milkshake.
I loved every slurp.
The teenager decided that since my boyfriend, um husband, would be back to see me soon, maybe I should do something productive so I can spend as much time with him as possible. Mom always made me do my chores before I saw the boy. Old habits die hard. So I begrudgingly left the mall and did the grocery shopping. I also picked up the house and cleaned the kitchen. Whew. Chores done.
Now it’s time for every teenager’s favorite pastime: movies!
Adult me had every intention of going to see something Golden Globe nominated. But teenage me was so not interested in anything that would make me cry and mess up my makeup. Duh. What did I see you ask?
Twilight.
For the second time.
Seriously, I may not even be 16 today.
On the way home from the movie, I clicked on to my newly created “Britney” playlist on my IPod. Really, Circus is totally awesome. Adult me is horrified that I own enough music from the girl I thought for sure was a one hit wonder when I was a FRESHMAN IN COLLEGE.
Now I am trying to keep myself busy until my boyfriend gets home. He’s so hot. Makes my heart flutter. Maybe he’ll kiss me. Yikes! Off to brush my teeth….
I am 32 years old. I have a mortgage. A college degree handing on the wall. I receive Boss’ Day cards. Truly, I am an adult and fairly responsible.
But today I was, like, totally 16 again.
Chris was in the thriving metropolis of Midland with a bus full of actual teenagers.
I did absolutely nothing of value.
The day started late well, because I could. I slept. And then rolled over and slept some more. Ahhhhh…. The responsible part of me told me to go to the gym. The 16 year old told me to stay in bed and watch TV.
After an hour or so (okay maybe like 2 ½), the teenager spoke again and said, “Time to Shop!” And I obeyed. I went to every store in the mall the 16 year old wanted to go and thankfully, I found a fabulous double-breasted orange wool coat at Forever 21 I didn’t even know I absolutely had to have. It’s totally beautiful.
Then my tummy growled. The adult told me to eat some grilled chicken sandwich since, she so politely reminded me, I’d skipped the gym. The teenager said, “Gag!” and pointed me toward my weakness.
The Chick-fil-a Cookies and Cream milkshake.
I loved every slurp.
The teenager decided that since my boyfriend, um husband, would be back to see me soon, maybe I should do something productive so I can spend as much time with him as possible. Mom always made me do my chores before I saw the boy. Old habits die hard. So I begrudgingly left the mall and did the grocery shopping. I also picked up the house and cleaned the kitchen. Whew. Chores done.
Now it’s time for every teenager’s favorite pastime: movies!
Adult me had every intention of going to see something Golden Globe nominated. But teenage me was so not interested in anything that would make me cry and mess up my makeup. Duh. What did I see you ask?
Twilight.
For the second time.
Seriously, I may not even be 16 today.
On the way home from the movie, I clicked on to my newly created “Britney” playlist on my IPod. Really, Circus is totally awesome. Adult me is horrified that I own enough music from the girl I thought for sure was a one hit wonder when I was a FRESHMAN IN COLLEGE.
Now I am trying to keep myself busy until my boyfriend gets home. He’s so hot. Makes my heart flutter. Maybe he’ll kiss me. Yikes! Off to brush my teeth….
Robin...Britney? Really? Oh, my...
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