- You can cut over four inches off your hair and no one will notice. I mean, OVER FOUR INCHES, people! Seriously.
- Your mom is likely the best mom ever and even if you tell her often, it means more on Mother’s Day when accompanied by flowers and homemade cinnamon rolls. I get to continue my reign as Best Daughter Ever for a few more days (until sister has the baby and then it’s all over).
- I cannot, definitely cannot, date younger men. Tried with the twenty-five year old. Met some other 24-25 year olds. And, no. Just no.
- Mysterious knee injuries can appear on Saturday and disappear on Sunday allowing for a fantastic two hours of running. A big ol’ thanks to the knee injury gods. Apparently, you rest on Sunday, too.
- You can celebrate Cinco de Mayo one week late and still have just as much fun. The Great Margarita knows nothing of dates and time.
- All these years later, it is still absolutely no fun and not a good idea at all to save your studying for Sunday night. But I did it anyway so I suppose therein lies the difference between the 26 year old me and the 16 year old me.
- Songs will take you back, no matter how strange. The eighteen year old cousin you used to babysit who is graduating high school next week hates when you tell the story of how you remember the song that was on the radio the first time he fell asleep in your arms. He’s embarrassed not because you rocked him in your arms but because the song was Slow Dancing by Johnny Rivers.
- Some things never change. The cute neighbor from down the street who you used to have a crush on as a kid is now bald. And even hotter. He’s like the Sean Connery of Colorado (except less annoying and better looking).
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