Proof that I am an adult:
I wear powder, and sometimes even blush.
I am a registered voter.
I live 696 mi. away from my parents.
I am of age to be a camp counselor*.
I just made an Excel spreadsheet to track my spending.
What more do you need?
*When I went to camp, I always had the perception that the counselors were extremely old and in a stage of life that I would never reach in a million years. If my elementary school self had been as influenced by Pioneer Woman as my college aged self, she would have said, "Rhonda help me the day I'm old enough to be a camp counselor...". My, how that day has come.
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