No Sew to Reap

These are my kids. Miss Molly is 2. She’s a mix, but I think she’s most like a Rough Collie.



In case you couldn’t tell, she’s quite the happy dog. Unless it’s bath-time, and then I see some attitude.

Ramona is 10. I raised her from one-week old, when she was so tiny she fit in my palm. She isn’t as accommodating with the picture-taking as her ‘sister’. She just learned to talk a couple years ago, and found her volume button last month.

I talk to them everyday, and most times I'd swear they understand exactly what I’m saying. I can read them sometimes, but mostly I can’t make heads/tails of their language. Kind of like talking to a teenager. Heh. I get loves & cuddles and I don’t have to clothe them, buy them a car, or send them to college.

Plus neither one of my girls is going to come home pregnant. Hee.People ask me when I plan to have kids. Rude fuckers. Now, I like children. And I’ve always believed I would adopt a rainbow tribe. I have waited, hoping to be either financially ready OR emotionally ready to be a parent.

But the older I get, the more selfish I’ve become. I can't ever have a roommate, and I’m not so sure I could co-habit with a boyfriend either. I LOVE being the hostess, but then I want your ass to GO HOME