Sometimes I want to live alone in an apartment in the city — a fast and exciting life with a job that pays big money, multiple men, and quiet times when I can open up the blinds in the morning to be met with the sun and can sip tea while reading a good book before work.
Other times I want to have a couple youngsters who I can plop down in front of the TV while making hot dogs with ketchup and then enjoy Toy Story with them while they giggle and spit hot dog bits onto their bibs.
Both sound enticing.
Also, discovered oatmeal pancakes today.
