Im watching Jon and Kate Plus Eight.
God, I have never been more happy to have only had ONE baby. One perfect baby.
Actually, most days, this is the beautiful and smiling face that greets me in the morning.
Perfect, isnt she?
But every now and then… I get this.
And I know its going to be a wonderful morning.
On a side note, I saw Sex and the City tonight. Delightful.
Yes, I am that girl. I am the girl, that has all six seasons on dvd. I am that girl, that developed a dynamite shoe collection over the years. I am that, that girl that would DIE to go to New York. I am that girl, that writes more than she speaks, that would be a writer for anyone who would publish her.
A part of me relates to the show.
But I realize that its fiction. I went to the movie in sweats. If its a two and a half hour movie, yeah, Im going for comfort. I dont own Jimmy Choos or Manolo Blahniks, nor would I wear them to a movie if I did. So when I looked down at the rows in front of me and saw groups of girls, many of them teenagers, dressed to the nines, I laughed.
Because I am not that girl. No way.