You know you’re an adult when…oh, wait.

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This woman had a wee cry by the side of a road somewhere because she couldn’t find a police station, thereby causing her family to miss the highly anticipated tour of it.

Adulthood. I’m (probably not) doing it right.

I have since regrouped. Going to spend some time tomorrow organising awesome trips to spectacular places we’ve been meaning to go to for ages. Until tomorrow, though, I will snuggle in my retail therapy fleece bunny sweatshirt (that I thought was a very evening appropriate Eeyore, until I saw the blatantly bunnyesque face and ears on the hood), have a small glass of wine, and watch dubious shows on Netflix. Adulthood!