A lot of days, I don't feel like much of an adult. Sure I have things like a kid, and a mortgage, and a really awesome corner office, all to myself. But I also do thinks like eat Milk Duds (and nothing else) for lunch, or just wear whatever old skirt and shirt combo that was initially bought because it fit my Christian high school's dress code. (If you've met me more than once, it's likely that you've seen me in clothing that's almost a decade old.)So there's a lot of times when I feel only like a pseudo-grown-up. I have this mythical image in my head of a "real" grown-up being someone who can change the oil in their car, or make a casserole from scratch, or knows how to get stains out of things using club soda. ("Real" grown-ups are also people who own club soda, presumably for the express purpose of getting stains out of things.)
