Saturday, June 26, 2010

Probably being too honest for my own good

The youngest relative has returned to the topic of my marital status. I think we've agreed that she's not setting me up on a blind date with either the Year Three teacher or the mother of one of the girls in her class. I don't entirely trust her not to try and get around the agreement though.


"So why aren't you married?" she asked.

"I like being miserable on my own and I haven't found anybody who would want to be miserable with me."

"Oh well. If you just want miserable you may as well get yourself a baby. They're dead miserable, honest. All they do is cry and scream and eat and cry and poo and cry a bit more. And they wake you up in the middle of the night so that they can cry and scream and poo."

"I've known women like that," I admitted.

7 comments:

Lulu LaBonne said...

Isn't that what most grown ups do? - I guess babies take up less space and don't eat all the Cocopops.

Does your niece have a baby available for you?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Lulu: I didn't like to tell her about Cocopops. Or toilet paper.

I hope to God she doesn't have a baby available. She's too resourceful for her own good and I fear the consequences.

Pat said...

Live dangerously. What have you got to lose? And think of the posts you could get out of the odd blind date.
The odder the better;)

Gaw said...

Have you considered a dog? Not that dissimilar from a baby really.

Madame DeFarge said...

At least babies grow out of it. Some of us remain perpetually childlike.

savannah said...

yes, you were being too honest, sugar! ;~) xoxoxox

(selfishly, i'm going to agree with pat! go on a date and then blog about it!)

Kevin Musgrove said...

Pat: you mischief! (-:

Gaw: I'm happy to live with neither.

Madame DeF: I know, I work with some of them.

savannah: don't you start! (-: