I NEED AN ADULT!

Knock. Knock. Knock.

My chicken fingers are burning, the cat is on the television, my mind is completely elsewhere. I'm hoping for Publisher's Clearing House to tell me I won the big bucks. The Ontario government to come by and tell me they owed me money. Some random person to tell me that their Mercedes ran out of gas in front of my house, and that now it is my problem to deal with, here are the keys.

No. No. No. And No. It is some random woman. I open the door. She does not immediately tell me why she is here. "I'm looking for an adult", she explains. Wonderful. "I'm uhm, 22." "That's great, honey, is your mommy or daddy home?" Fail.

What does she want? She wants to make sure we bought a dog tag this year. My dog has wandered up to the door and is barking at her, clearly displaying his dog tags. I show her said dog tags.

"Where are your parents? Are you sure they can't come to the door?"

"The dog has his tags."

"You're right, but I need to confirm..."

"What? That he's wearing a collar? With TAGS ON IT?"

"I guess you're right, have a good night."

Awesome.

You are old. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

I worked 9-5 today.
I made a dentist appointment.
I got a $87 tax cheque.
I went to the grocery store.
I bought granola bars.
I bought oatmeal crunch cereal.
I bought gingersnaps.
I bought Wool-Lite to wash my dresses in.
It was fun.

And then I realized.

I am not 22.

I am at least 40.