I was in Target today, and something terrifying happened.
I paid for my purchase with a one hundred dollar bill. I had other one hundred dollar bills in my wallet. I figured people around me were thinking, "How does she have all those hundred dollar bills? Is she a drug dealer? That cute little blonde girl?"
And then the truly frightening thought occurred to me. At some point in the near future, people will no longer think of me as a cute little blonde girl. Not because I'm dyeing my hair (which I am), but because I am growing older. I will be, undeniably, an adult. My entire identity will change!
Eek!
In other news, I've had 1-1/2 Micheladas for dinner tonight. No food.
Beer is liquid bread, it's good for you.
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