Down on the Farm: Adulthood!
Last week, I passed the final test for adulthood. The exam? Not only did I make an appointment for my first colonoscopy, which we're supposed to do at about age 50, but I showed up for it and sailed through without making a single juvenile, smart-aleck remark.
My restraint lasted until the next social occasion when I delivered a detailed monologue about the whole procedure. But by then, I had passed. I was officially an adult.
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