Just now, just this very most-recent-past moment I got hit by one of those realisations you get hit with every now and then:
I am a grown-up.
Now, I’ve had that realisation before, but what just occurred to me, what just hit me in the very most-recent-past moment is this:
I am a grown-up FOREVER.
Fark.
That makes you think, doesn’t it?
Here, have a cake, they’re a few years old now, but cakes don’t go stale in cyberspace:
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adelaide from adelaide 
Fark indeed.
Fuckity bugger it
yep
I do often say say to myself – somebody has to be the grown-up here. Unfortunately it’s often me. By the way, those cakes are ‘interesting’.
decorated for his 3rd b’day party (I’m sure you can guess by whom)
Yairs. What you said. Cake.
OH!
I thought being the grown up was just a dream I would eventually wake up from and say
“THAT was scary…”
I reckon I get that feeling every week or so, but quell it by singing to the dog, kissing the rabbit and threatening to dack Sapphire if she rolls her eyes at me again.