and still has hair!someone to visit me in the home
Last night I had dinner with my former roommate, KW, at Taco Mac. While seated at an upstairs table in front of 4 large TVs featuring 4 different sports, I wondered where us girls could go to simultaneously watch 4 different soap operas. The food was mediocre at best, but the apple ginger crumble with vanilla ice cream was delicious and tasted like fall!
I wasn’t there for the food, I was there to play catch (up). Since moving out, I only get to see KW once every few months. She has been living with her boyfriend for two years and hopes to be with child within the next five, and have a ring on her finger between now and then. (I also have another friend on a five year plan so maybe they will pregnant at the same time). Is 35 the magic number for motherhood? My own mother had me when she was 38. She is now 67 and demands to know where the hell her grandkids are. In a test tube is always my reply. Or, the background checks for my viable donors have yet to clear.
At 35, are you suddenly ready to be pregnant? At 29′s doorstep I don’t know how I feel about motherhood. I’m doing pretty well keeping a dog alive and one day I’d like a less furry baby, but what happens if I have to go it alone 6 years from now… just like everything else in my life?
Now if you will excuse me, I have a lot of shit to get done between now and 2017. Namely, buying a sewing machine so I can fashion disturbing, yet adorable Halloween costumes.
is it too late to request this Friday off…
so I can attend the royal wedding of Will and Kate? I think a lot of people will be “sick” the day after tomorrow.
twins?
This is the scene I found when I got home today. As a follow up to a previous post about my dog tearing into a package of red hummingbird food, my dog has gotten his paws on some blue Fun Dip. I’m not having any fun. My living room rug looks like a pregnancy test!
three days from today will be your lucky day
Yesterday I found $25 in pennies, dimes and nickels. I had to empty out the contents of my purse collection to do so. Also forgotten in my handbags were a couple pens, Pinkberry coupons, movie ticket stubs and an ancient fortune cookie. I tossed the cookie (haha) but kept the fortune. Three days from today will be my lucky day. That’s very specific for a fortune cookie isn’t it? But I have to wonder if I already had that lucky day three days after that fated Chinese meal and had no idea (kind of like a tree falling in a forest with no audience). Will this Wednesday be my lucky day? Will my soulmate turn up this week? Will I win the lottery? Will I get a promotion?
