Growing up can kind of suck. Mostly, it’s all sorts of awesome and hilariousness.
I laugh at myself and my friends constantly.
Case in point?
My friends ‘ Facebook Status:
“I used to call a number for a friend of a friend of a friend for weed. Tonight I did it trying to track down farm fresh eggs.”
Can we just laugh about this for a moment?
Give me a second.
Even if you didn’t smoke weed, I am sure you can relate to this. I catch myself doing and saying things that I never expected. Things that “Old Kyla” would be appalled at.
-eating my kids half eaten brown apple.
-getting drunk off one beer.
-using my bare hand to wipe poop off my kids butt.
-haggling over a used step machine.
-farting in my husband’s face.
Wait. That last one was too far wasn’t it.
I take that one back.
That didn’t happen.
It definitely didn’t happen twice.