eating out

In my twenties, I could eat out any night of the week and at any hour. I could have intelligent adult conversations, wear white pants, have free reign over both of my arms and legs, and eat my food while it was still hot.

In my thirties, I eat out only on occasion and always before 6pm. I talk about pee-pee in the potty and how many hours of sleep I got the night before. I wear clothes that I know can survive salsa stains. I almost always have someone sitting or sleeping on me. And I feed myself one-handed until I give up and get a take-out box to finish the rest at home.

I prefer my thirties. :)