Because I'm a grown up, dammit.

So, as it turns out, I'm a grown up, for all intents and purposes.  Are you looking for evidence? Exhibit A: I pay all my bills. And there are a lot of them.  This isn't anything new; I've been paying my bills for ten years, but I think it bears mentioning all the same.  And what do I use to pay those bills? Exhibit B: The money from my legitimate job that I do at least forty hours a week.  And somedays I even really hate my job, just like a real grown up.  Also, Exhibit C: another living thing depends on me to live and has successfully done so for the last nine years.

If you still aren't convinced, just consider Exhibit D: I can eat whatever kind of crap I want for dinner, and no one can say boo about it.  Sure, I normally eat nutrient-dense, well-balanced meals.  But every once in a while, I realize that I have the ability to eat a super pretzel with a side of dijon mustard for dinner, just like kid-Jamie always wanted to.  And on those days, I feel quite grown up.  Sometimes you just have to pander to your inner child to really realize how grown up you are.

* A nice merlot is the correct wine to pair with
a super pretzel, in case you were wondering *

What does your inner child wish you would eat for dinner?