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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Welcome to Grownup Land!

Welcome to Grownup Land! We hope your stay is a pleasant one, although not too pleasant, we don't want you to pull anything. Please enjoy these complimentary gift baskets that include great gifts such as Metamucil and reading glasses! Please keep your seatbelts fastened and your tray tables in their upright and locked position. The emergency exits are located. . . .oh wait, there aren't any. Yeah, sorry about that.

On your left, you will notice things like taxes, 401K's, crappy dental insurance, and the crown jewel: a presidential race!

On your right, is a special sector called "Buying your first home". Notice the inspectors, appraisers, and down payments! Behold the scary acronyms like "PMI" and "FHA". Please ignore the chick named Meghann curled up in a ball on the floor and muttering to herself.


Michelle said...

You describe adulthood so well! I've been to that place... it's kinda scary!

The Mrs. said...

Yeah, I really wish I had read the fine print when I signed up for this one!

And I thought 17 was rough...

Lacey said...

So, how goes it? How much longer till d-day?