As I've mentioned, my biological clock is starting to tick.
Our "master plan" for the past 6 years has been that when the boys grow up that we will move to Oklahoma. We've even already bought a lot there to put our new house one. Our house with an atrium where I can sit with my herd of chihuahuas while I drink tea.
But my wanting to procreate has thrown a monkey wrench in that plan.
If we have a baby then Sweety said that we have to stay in Florida.
I hate it here. It's too hot. There are too many people. I'm too far away from my family.
I keep thinking that Sweety is just kidding when he tells me that we can't leave if we breed but he's not showing any signs of joking. He says that we'd have to stay so he could keep working to support us all. There's no way that he could make the kind of money that he is now in the place in Oklahoma that we'd be moving to. As he put it "I'll be in my prime earning years! I can't leave if I have more mouths to feed!" And I do see his point. But I think that we could live in Oklahoma.
I think part of the fun of having kids would be having them around my Mom and sister. Agh. I don't know.
OldOldLady of the Hills doesn't have any kids and she has a great life! I'd be okay if I could be like her when I grew up. Heh, speaking of her reminds me of something funny...
When she first started commenting here, I was kind of afraid that I might say something offensive and freak her out. So one night, after I read a post of hers where she used the f-word, I sent her an email telling her "Thanks for cussing! It makes me feel better cussing on my blog since I've seen that you do!"
Good grief, now you all know what a big dork I am.
I better go monitor the progress of my meat kit. I'll post an update after dinner. Hopefully, we can all choke it down.
Update: Don't buy meat in a box. The meat part was okay but the vegetable pack that came with it was disgusting. The veggies tasted like salty dirt. Stinky & Tiny feasted on the stuff that we couldn't eat.