I’d never planned in my past to be domesticated by choice, but here I am. Picking out sofas, curtains, and other knick-knacks that’s usually nice to have when you own a home. Things like dining tables and counter chairs. I didn’t even know what a counter chair was a year ago. Now I know the difference between a stool and a counter chair. About six inches. I’m not complaining. It’s just amusing to me.
My friend’s sister is getting married next weekend. After that, none of his siblings are unmarried. When I first started working with him, he, along with 2 of his sisters, were still single. I had held out hope that I’d have at least found a girl before they all got married. My luck would just not have it that way. Over the span of 3 years there have been 5 weddings and after every one, I’m convinced more and more that I may just never get married. This of course segues into the fact that married couples have kids, and sure enough, we have 3 births coming within within months of each other. One coworker’s wife upstairs gave birth just yesterday and we’ll find out the gender and name on Monday. Of course with kids, there’ll inevitably be the pictures. Millions of them. Literally. Pictures of all the “cute” things they do. Drooling, spitting, and heaven knows what else that parents have no shame in recording to inflict upon their family, friends, and coworkers.