We all know those people.
You know, the ones who act their age, balance their checkbooks, use coupons and make pie charts.
I am not part of that club, full of well-rounded mature human beings who have retirement funds, eat low carb diets and return phone calls in a timely fashion.
I crumble into a fetal position at the thought of W2's and deductions.
Balancing a checkbook is like Greek to me.
Not the cool "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", gyro sandwich Greek, but the ancient, nobody speaks it anymore Greek.
I revel in instant gratification, childish daily activities that do not involve anything that could be categorized as "adult" or "responsible".
The more I try to force myself to be actively mature, the quicker my brain rebels and I end up landing face first in a Peter Pan oblivion (read: sitting in my comfy chair, under a blanket with a bag of popcorn surfing I Can Haz Cheezburger and watching Invader Zim)
Alas, as much as I'd love to bury myself in books, movies, mindless grocery shopping and traveling the world...I must function as the "adult" I fool everyone in believing I am.
Bills must be paid, taxes must be calculated and insurance must be analyzed.
Procrastinating to the last possible minute that won't affect my credit score furthers my disorder.
Manning up and taking care of things right away would be the smart thing to do - lessening the anxiety and building stress, but noooooo...only an adult would do that.
And we all know I'm not capable of such mature decision making.
In spite of myself, I do manage to keep my house picked up, my family fed and clean underwear in the drawers.
Who'da thunk it, right?
Well, enough about me, there are some bills that need to go in the mail.
So, we're going to make pudding pops and watch movies instead.
ahhh...escapism at it's best.
I told you I was a hot mess.
Ive got a great recipe for you guys, it will be worth the wait, promise!
what I did last night while avoiding stuff that needed done
a new love, miniature food and creatures with polymer clay