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It was decided last night while out with friends that I am finally a grown-up. By that I mean that I no longer have the desire to do shots or get drunk or puke on someone's rug. I feel proud I've grown up a bit and I can just have a few glasses of red wine and act classy. Shots make me want to die. I went grocery shopping this morning before anyone else was up. There were fireman near the entrance holding their boots for charity (*sidenote, the last three times I've been to that particular grocery store the fireman have been there, once for a an injury and then once for their own shopping pleasure, today however they were there with their boot). I tried to think as I pulled into the parking stall if I had any cash. I never have cash, so I scrambled in my bag to find anything because I did not want to walk in there without something. I was able to find three dollars in my purse that I could donate. They seemed happy and they gave me a sticker. Good deed done. When I left, they thanked me again and when I got in the car I saw three other women in their cars, idling, scrambling for what I assume is some cash to give to the boot. At least I wasn't the only one. All I want to do is watch Jaws. Yesterday I watched two, count 'em, two Christmas movies and I'm comfortable with that. Today it's a scary movie about a shark. That seems to work. I'm not hungry but I am snacky and I feel like I should attempt to do some yoga before tonight's activities, but really I don't want to leave my chair except to get myself the best pumpkin beer I've ever had in my life (thanks Uinta). Maybe though, I will just sit here and watch ghost shows (Ghost Adventures, Ghost Hungers International, Ghost Lab) with my new ladybug friend that lives in the kitchen.
