Nothing says Welcome to Adulthood like writing the government a big, fat check for taxes.

I think about “adulthood” a lot as I near my 29th birthday.  I joked yesterday about feeling like an 80 year old woman because I love going to the Botanical Gardens, but maybe that is something that makes me more “adult.”

I started making a list of things that make me feel like an “adult”:

I enjoy getting up in time to see the sunrise.

Stretching is required almost every day.

Hangovers exist and they are the WORST.

I have to work even harder to stay in shape.

I feel like a party animal if I make it to midnight.

Savings accounts are a real thing.

Excitement happens with new appliances, organized closets and “getting a great deal.”

Comfortable clothes and shoes win… ALWAYS.

Bad manners and bad grammar annoy me.

I have regular conversations about the weather and gas prices.

And then this Buzzfeed article.

In good news, there are a whole lot of things I do that show that I’m still young at heart.  I love mac & cheese, cheap champagne and cartoons.  I have hot pink pajama pants.  I watch trashy television (read BRAVO.)  I love taking shots of fireball.

I guess I don’t have one foot in the grave yet.  Cheers to tax day!