Who me? An adult?

Dear Stevie,
I feel like I've aged about a million years since you died. Maybe 25 is just the age where you start to grow up. Maybe it's the whole losing a baby thing. Maybe it's some combination of the two. Who knows. But I feel like all of a sudden this real live 'adult.' It's kinda weirding me out just a little!

Here are some of the things that have lead me to the conclusion that I am officially old:

• It's considered a 'crazy!' night when Dad and I stay up past midnight. 
• I constantly have a purse full of Werthers Originals candy wrappers. Seriously, who eats those things except grandmas??
• I can't recall the last time my friends and I took one of those fish lip photos (you know, the ones where you pucker your lips and try to look all hot). See example below.

•  It's been at least a year or two since I've had to dig for change in my couch cushions, old purses, and washing machine in order to eat that day.
• I get excited about things like new bath towels, fancy dish soap, and Swiffer Wet Jets.
• A good chunk of the people in the NBA and NFL are like years younger than I am.
• I feel super creepy and pedophile-ish saying I think guys like Justin Bieber and Zac Efron are cute.
• Someone called me 'Ma'am' at Target the other day.
• I find myself saying things like, "I can't believe that child is riding his bike without a HELMET!' 
• I quite enjoy candles.
• I can't shop in stores like Abercrombie or American Eagle because the music is too loud.
• I had no idea what the little '#' meant at the end of facebook posts meant until like last week.
• I rely on people like my 14-year-old cousin to stay up to date on what's 'cool' in the world.
• Hours spent looking at celebrity gossip online has turned to hours of getting into philosophical arguments with other commenters on various Cnn.com articles.
• I prefer craft beer over Miller Lite and a glass of red wine over UV Blue.
• Six girls sleeping on one hotel bed is no longer considered worth the $10 saved per person.
• I drink coffee and listen to talk radio on my drive into work.

Miss you, Stevie girl.

Love,
Your boring old mom :)