Another weekend is here. It’s as if I ask myself every day how life seems to be passing by so quickly. The later I get into my twenties, the more of a Grandma I’m turning into. This weekend I’ll be staying in to finish my taxes. It’s going to be a real rager (heavy sarcasm).
Not that I really mind one bit. I’ll take a jar of old people butterscotch candies (okay they actually are really good) and a marathon in front of the TV with a batch of cookies any day over going out and partying. That phase of my life is long gone.