Recently I've been feeling old. But I've been noticing a few things that suggest I might still be a kid inside!
I love bendy straws. I might be drinking a grown-up beverage like Kahlua and milk, but I'm slurping it up with my happy coloured, striped bendy straw. I buy them by the bag, and use them in just about everything. I'd like to drink beer with a straw, but apparently that would be just too much.
I'm a sucker for coloured nail polish, especially on my toes. Not quiet colours, like shell pink or subdued neutrals. I like bright blue. Green. Brilliant red. Anything with sparkles in it is a hit. If it's tacky and in the discount bin, I'll buy it.
My friend sent me Christmas socks this year. They are black with white snowmen on them, with silver snowflakes. I have worn them out already. If I could wear holiday socks every day, I would. I wore them out of the house yesterday, much to Hubby's consternation. They make me happy!
We were at a barbecue this past weekend at a home with a trampoline. It was all I could do to refrain from leaping around on it like a wild woman. (A bouncing wild woman with far, far too many fat rolls is not a pretty sight.) Nice, mature ladies to not fling themselves through the air with abandon. At least not in public.
Have you seen the half size pop cans? I am in love with the tiny cute Diet Coke cans. I know they cost the same as full size ones, yet hold less pop. But still, they make me so pleased when I see them. It's like my favourite drink has gone and had a litter of cute little cans.
I'm pretty sure that until I can give up some, if not all, of these things, I won't be a grown-up. And that makes me happiest of all.