The childish decisions only grown-ups get to make
I don’t want to write. So, I’m not.
I don’t want to eat the raisins and almonds out of the trail mix. So, I’m not.
If you need me, I’ll be picking the banana chips and cashews out of the trail mix while watching Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.
It’s the childish decisions like these that make me love being a grown-up.
I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t worry.