To Domesticated House Cat. Is this the natural default for a woman who has borne a child or two or three? If not, at what age does this happen to your average married Mommy?'Cuz I'm thinkin' it's 30. In fact, I'm pretty sure. Wait, lemme go check in the mirror...
Yup, it's 30.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go take the bread out of the oven. No, seriously, I'm not kidding. Bread. In my oven.
That I baked. And will top with the freezer jam in my fridge. That I made. By hand. From raspberries I picked. I kid you not. (Anyone else want some? I'm sharing!)
Yup, it's 30.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go take the bread out of the oven. No, seriously, I'm not kidding. Bread. In my oven.
That I baked. And will top with the freezer jam in my fridge. That I made. By hand. From raspberries I picked. I kid you not. (Anyone else want some? I'm sharing!)Okay, I actually don't have to take the bread out of the oven right this minute, I was just looking for a tidy way to close up this blog entry.
And now there isn't one. Grrrr. Or is that purrrr?
Because I'm facing facts today: I am no longer a Sex Kitten...I am a Domesticated House Cat (that likes sex). (You knew that last part...)
Because I'm facing facts today: I am no longer a Sex Kitten...I am a Domesticated House Cat (that likes sex). (You knew that last part...)
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