In other news...

I think that I am officially a grown-up.

I was at work a few nights ago when I realized that I had been walking around with my fly down for a good half-hour.

And it didn't even faze me.

A few years ago, I would have agonized for hours... WHO saw me? WHAT did they say about me later? WHY didn't they TELL me?? OH MY GOD, THE HORROR!! Etc.

But not the grown-up Leila. I just zipped it back up, noting my polka-dotted underwear, giggled self-deprecatingly, and went about my business.