I was standing in the kitchen talking to Kaleigh while smearing far to much cream cheese on a bagel, when coming from my room we hear the wail of a baby.
It's that MADD commercial, thirty seconds of a crying child because it's mother or someone was killed by a drunk driver.
//Aww, I hate that commercial! I just want to pick up the baby and comfort it!//
Kaleigh says to me, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
I don't say anything, but I'm thinking,
JESUS! I hate that commercial! I just want to smother the damned thing to get it to SHUT UP!
Not that I would ever do this in real life, really. I just have no desire to have children, to be somebody's mother. I like kids, and I like being able to give them back to their parents at the end of the day, and going home to my nice quiet house.
Instead of children, I will have shoes. A giant, walk in closet full of nothing but shoes. Okay, and handbags. Can the perfect shoe replace a child's love? Damn right it can!
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