Friday, June 7, 2013

How I Go from Adult to Eight-Year-Old in 30 Seconds Flat:

You know, if you ignore the obsession with drawing dinosaurs and unicorns, I think I mostly qualify as a grown-up.  I have a steady job, mortgage, I pay my bills, eat fairly well, and exercise pretty frequently. You know, adult stuff. 



That is, until for one reason or another, ice cream shows up:
...which invariably causes me to instantly regress two decades emotionally.
This is unfortunate, as it does not matter if I am in a professional setting or not.  I'm pretty sure my co-workers all think I'm an idiot.



...don't even get me started on when there's cake in the copy room.

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