When Did That Happen?

So, at some point, I grew up. Who knew?

But. I'm feeling very Peter Pan today. For instance, I miss my girlfriends.

Would it be bad to declare that I rarely miss my girlfriends? We talk regularly enough. And really, I'm not one to "miss" people... I think it comes from moving around a lot in my life. You make friends, you move, you keep the good ones, talk with them when you can or are so inspired to do so, and you enjoy the friends you have currently. And I am enjoying the friends I have currently. Last night Amy came to my house and made me a lot of bacon. Bacon, people, it was fabulous. We complained about our inability to cope as of late and how I'm a walking fruit salad (... that does have a very good explanation.)

So, what I'm saying it, I feel like Peter Pan. I've got the never-growing-up thing bad. The major issue with that is that I did grow up. So I'm moping around being sad that I'm grown up, go to work every day, have to walk my dog when he barks me awake, do dishes, mop the tile floors regularly, drive in the snow, go grocery shopping, run out of sick time because I'm pregnant, have to pay bills ... My list meanders along. And while these things irritate me in the present, I'm glad that I have a job ... you know, to pay the bills. Glad I have to walk my dog, because he's good company when Ted's not home. Glad to mop the floors because of the feeling of accomplishment when my house is clean. Glad to drive in the snow because it means I don't live in Phoenix. ... But that doesn't mean I don't get to mope a little.

Oh, and be a little teary. Blame the lemon (half of the fruit salad) aka the baby. Hormones, friends, hormones.

In short, I miss my girlfriends.

And I wish there were more seasons of Gilmore Girls.