Tell me when it gets fun?

This week I figured out how to change the batteries in the number pad on my door. It was far easier than I expected and I was pleased.

I went to visit some family.

I took the car to the dealership and got the oil changed and the turn signal changed and they charged me $50 for a clamp. I thought about arguing, but frankly, I couldn’t work up the vim.

I made hot lunches for the week in the crockpot. One of my projects has to do with determinates of health, so I put in things like beans and extra vegetables because apparently eating beans and fiber can add 13.7 years to my life. I even made brown rice.

I did some more work on a data science course I’m taking.

I went to the gym and arranged stuff for brownies and did the laundry and housework.

I’m a week from turning 40. I think that’s an adult.

Everyone told me that adulthood was fun.

Is that a thing I should expect the day after my birthday?

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2 Responses to Tell me when it gets fun?

  1. a says:

    Nope. You should expect to hunt down everyone who told you adulthood was fun so you can smack them for lying to you.

    On the plus side…no one (aside from yourself) will tell you to go to bed or eat your vegetables. On the minus side…you’re still going to tell yourself.

  2. Debby Hornburg says:

    I love the fact that you were able to put ‘brown rice’ ‘extra vegetables’ and ‘brownies’ in the same blog post. Only a real adult could do that. Go, you~

    On the serious side, really, adulting is not as awful as it is made out to be.

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