So I just got back from the post office, where I picked up my new handy dandy little wheely bag. I'm pretty excited as it really does fold up to the size of a purse and will no doubt be a big help when I have to haul things around the city. I took it home, unpacked it, and then decided to flip through the catalog that came with it just to see what else they had.
And that's when I had one of those alien/out-of-body/this-is-SO-NOT-MY-LIFE moments.
Two years ago, the only catalogs I flipped through were for Victoria's Secret, JCrew or Banana Republic. Now, instead of looking at bras and sweater sets, I have somehow found myself perusing through the pages of a catalog on a Saturday afternoon looking at f****** sippy cups for adults and 'self-cleansing assistant devices.' How the hell did this happen?
I mean, I'm thankful there are companies out there making these things, and if, god forbid, my meds stop working, I may find myself really grateful for easy grip silverware and toilet tissue aids, but at 30, I find the idea of them completely horrifying.
I promptly took the catalog outside to the trash stoop to be recycled. (I decided burning it would be overkill, but I was tempted.)
There will be no adult sippy cups in this household if I have anything to do with it.