The epitome of adulthood for me has always been black coffee. I have thought that once I reached the point in my life where I could drink coffee black and truly enjoy it, then I would be a full fledged adult. I was always mesmerized by the Folger's commercials as a youngster and would sing the chorus "It's Folgers in your hup" What a hup was I have no idea, but that is how I liked to sing a long, and I recollect my father not letting me have a cup of joe until I sang the song correctly. Who gives a child coffee???? A braver man that I will be with little mama I assure the audience.
As of now I am still approximatley two equal packets away from adulthood. Pretty scary to realize actually. I wonder if adulthood will feel differently? Will I suddenly have a visible sign of it, or will it just be an innerpeace type of thing? Dear Jesus just don't let it require bad shoes or mom jeans!!
What exactly are mom jeans??
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