Today I read somewhere that you grow up when you first laugh at yourself. I was reminded that earlier in the week I nearly knocked myself out while putting deodorant on. No seriously, I was just putting it on and then all of a sudden it flew up into to my eye. And I just stood there, tears streaming down my cheeks as I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. Every time I think of it a huge grin spreads across my face and even now as I type I am laughing pretty hard. It seems pretty funny that all growing up means is that I do even more awkward things, and then hyperventilate laughing at how hilarious the situation is.