defined by development.

is the first thing that popped into my head when I walked into the kitchen this morning. Around here they live such a classic lifestyle - it’s so different than what I’m accustomed to. Brad’s mom was actual up at 8am this morning making french toast, eggs, poppy seed muffins and bacon for everyone in the house (like six people). And that’s not even a big deal, but she was completely dressed, I’m talking in pantyhose and pearls and had an apron on along with a smile. I probably would have imagined the Stepford Wives had she been taller and Brad’s older brother wasn’t already at the table. It’s kind of scary though, these family breakfasts and the idea of being tag teamed in a lecture. I actually went as far as to mumble that I fully appreciated my parents being divorced so that when I got in trouble, I’d only have to take it from one end and not both. I’m used to waking up and popping a waffle in the toaster to eat on my drive to wherever the hell I’m going. 

On this whole new world type shit.