The Trials and Tribulations of Adulthood

It's my birthday in a week. I'll be 22.

This week, I have managed to fry a keyboard, douse a rug, and soak our futon by spilling a tall glass of water I had just poured.

Last night as I was hanging my blanket over a chair to dry...

Emily: "Taylor, maybe I should get a cup with a lid."
Taylor: "...You mean a sippy cup?"
Emily: "...I prefer 'cup with lid'. "

We proceeded to laugh about it as Taylor continued to mock me, "Why don't they make cups like that for meee? In mature patterns! Excuse me sir, do you have this gunmetal gray?"

Woe is me.