nice genes

Hey guys! Wanna join my new Facebook group? It's called "Everyone I Went to Elementary/High School with Has Babies Except for Me". I guess until I saw pictures of all those chubby li'l faces I could just go on believing that that phase of adulthood would never actually happen. Also, squeaky knees and wrinkles on my forehead when I give my signature "good god you have got to be kidding me" look. Alas, no more blissful ignorance for me. Sigh. Perhaps someday I'll pass along my spelling skills, irregular gait, and extreme moodiness to one or two very lucky individuals. Until then, my cat is getting the best damn litter money can buy! (Seriously, look into it. It'll change your life.)