I made you all some apple, rum and cinnamon pretzel goodness! You know, since I am slightly fall obsessed.
And since I would probably never drink hot buttered rum, I add the flavors to my sweets. It’s just the way I do booze. Which in my opinion is the best.
But you guys, can we talk about real life for a second? I mean, we always talk about real life, but I mean, REAL life. Like adulthood life. Like realizing you really are no longer a kid. Yeah, that kind of real life.
The other day, my mom called to ask me if I wanted to renew my subscription to Seventeen magazine. First question was of course “do I have to pay for it”? Typical, right?
It may sound lame, but I think I have been subscribing to that magazine since I was fifteen. I am no longer seventeen or even a teenager for that matter, but I still totally read that magazine. Or did, but then I got busy and only had time to read the foodie magazines because they are sort of like “research” and I consider them to be work related. If I had the time, I am not going to lie, I would probably still enjoy reading Seventeen.
Anyway, my point is that you know you have truly hit adulthood when one, you actually have to pay for your own magazine subscriptions and two, you can no longer subscribe to the “teen” magazines (i.e Seventeen and Teen Vogue).
Also, taxes? I never did any taxes until about a year ago and well, now I fully understand why everyone complains about them. Ugh.
Wait, and the worst? When your driver’s licence expires. How has it been that long?!
