It's not the mortgage, the husband or the two kids that clued me in to the fact that I am an official grownup .
It's not the fact that I'm forty years old that makes me think hmmm you may finally be a grownup.
It's not the fact that after a good long run I have to use my arms to pull myself up to a standing position if I'm trying to get something off the bottom shelf at the grocery store.
It's the fact that the taste of a Cadbury Creme Egg makes my stomach turn.
I used to eat large amounts of these eggs as a young girl. And each Easter I would wait excitedly for them to be in the stores. Because, if you will remember, they were only around as long as Easter.
Oh how I loved the taste of a Cadbury Creme Egg.
But now I prefer some nice dark chocolate.
Rich, decadent, grown-up tasting dark chocolate.
You know you're a grownup if...