Setaú úta (setauuta) wrote,
Setaú úta
setauuta

Sitting at my desk, munching on my super-secret stash of plain M&Ms, I'm reminded of a conversation I had with Eric this weekend.

Me: One of the nice things about being a grown-up is that I get to make all the dishes my mom made when I was a kid, but I get to make them the way I always wanted her to. It's brilliant!
Eric: *smirk* Yeah, you're a 'grown-up'. (Snarky lil'...)
Me: Hey, now. I pay bills! I pay rent! That makes me a grown-up! I'm grown-up enough to eat ice cream for breakfast if I want!
Silence.
Eric:...if you had written that in LJ, I would have metaquoted it.

Methinks we spend too much time online.

In other news: OH DEAR GOD WE'RE GETTING MARRIED IN ELEVEN WEEKS OMG PANIC PANIC PANIC wait...most everything's taken care of...no major drama as of yet (at least, nothing close enough that I can't ignore it, heh)...less panic? Maybe?
Tags: me, wedding
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