How I became an adult
It wasn’t the graduate degree, the husband, the signing my name to a big ass mortgage or the baby. Not even the social security card.
Nope.
It was this.
Now. I know. Most of you are like, huh? what? Big deal.
Oh but just let me tell you.
I get skeeved out by:
1) touching raw meat
2) “bad bites” of food [...]



