So, I've recently discovered the very best part about being my age:

You can afford to buy back your childhood. Case in point:

I am 10 years old again.... Only this time, it doesn't suck.

I have to say, there's one hell of a business being built around selling peoples' childhoods back to them. It's absolutely insane that I would spend $100 dollars on this toy. Ludicrous, even. In fact, if Dave Ramsay or Clark Howard or Suze Orman or any of those famous economist types were here to witness it, they'd very likely smash my face in with something heavy and inexpensive.

But to hell with it. I had Megatron when I was a kid - some of my happiest memories of a not very happy childhood surround VERY intense battles on lego-built forts between Megatron and Optimus Prime, along with Ironhide and Starscream duking it out behind the scenes while Bumblebee carted out tons of plastic green army men and got them to safety.

I lost my Transformers in an unfortunate, hasty move that I've already refused to write about once, and I've regretted it ever since - so the opportunity to buy high-grade, fully articulated TOTALLY BAD ASS versions of some of my brightest childhood moments... Yeah. I did it. And notice this:

See that piece of metal on my finger? That means I had to get PERMISSION first. And she said yes. SO THERE. Judge me all you want. She likes the fact that I got one... At least, she's still sleeping in the same bed as me. And when you've been married for over 5 years, that's a sure sign that you haven't screwed up.

Anyway... I am a happy, poorly matured adult right now. But aren't we all?