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Adulthood

Well, I have now been accused of having "real furniture" and an apartment that feels like an adult's place. There is no hope for me anymore! I will begin hiking up my pants, complaining about the kids these days, and telling really boring stories about how things used to be... I'd start watching Matlock, but I don't think we get it on our TV channels (not even dubbed in spanish!)

Well, at least the pants-hiking will be new. Not sure much else needs to change. And here I was trying to blame the apparent bald spot in pictures from a particular angle on the short haircut. I am just trying to deceive myself, apparently. I thought this marriage thing might make me feel like an adult, but we are as silly as ever so it didn't happen. Buying a house was supposed to be the next big test - or maybe having kids. Not simply having houseguests comment on how nice the apartment feels...

The real question remains: Does any of this mean I can retire anytime soon?