Somethings you don't have to give up

Growing up is hard to do. It comes with annoying responsibilities and boring days at work. Most importantly, it comes with paying bills. Now, one of the ways I deal with this annoying situation is by ordering cute checks, granted, some of them are silly...like my current set...from the famous mouse chef in Paris...my Ratatouille checks. At least when I write on my cute checks, I keep some part of my childhood alive. I pretend somethings about my grown-up life are still worth the smile.

Until tonight...when I pulled out my Ratatouille check book at a networking function for highly successful professionals in the community. I was kinda embarrassed and tried to hide them as I wrote out a check. (I mean Dr. H would say, "Khanoom, shoma tooyeh bachegiatoon moondin", which he would be absolutely right.)

Wow, how sad. Now I have to give up my Ratatouille checks too?

I am not sure if I am ready for that yet.

Not my cute checks.

Not those.

Not yet.

I am still holding on to a thin string connecting me to a world of silliness. A world without lawsuits, and foreclosures and bankruptcies and and mean judges.

Maybe that's the issue, maybe if adults weren't expected to become so serious and lose all sense of humor, maybe then, they would stop being so unhappy...so "adult-like".

In fact, I propose that everyone at this networking function should get silly checks. All 400 of them, including the speaker who is giving a depressing lecture on the economic forecast of California in 2008.

I think it's a genius idea.