Are you guys sick of me talking about my old age yet? I know. I know. I'm only 26 and I should probably stop being SO damn dramatic about being closer to 30 than I am to 20. Yeah. You're right. I should pull myself together, wipe the tears away and get out of bed. I mean, being 26 really isn't that bad. There are worse things in life, you know, like, going a day without coffee. And, today, I've already had a cup and there are many more to come, so I really don't have much to complain about.
So, instead of moping around feeling sorry for my old-ass self, today I'm over at The Dessert First Way, helping a sister out with a guest post about what it means to be older and wiser. That's right friends, I wrote a post about the bright side of being old-balls.
See you all there! Happy hump day.