I often wonder whether it’s finally the time to go get married, have babies and get out of the rat race.
I usually laugh it off, as that would require a proposal (and someone willing to do it!) and a complete loss of wanting to go places by myself without toting a diaper bag and someone to pollute said diapers.
But today, I’m so spiritually exhausted that maybe I should go start shopping for my hope chest and see what follows.
I’m thinking of the scene in “9 to 5” when all the ladies, one by one, fire the day and go for a drink at Charlie’s. I’m all for it.
Who’s on board? First round’s on me!