I love kids. OK, I love some kids. All right, if I'm being honest, I am obsessed with my niece and nephew, and I find most other children cute in photos . . . tolerable in person. Hey, I have nothing against moms — like my own; she's awesome! Hi, Mom — I just don't want to be one. For now, anyway. So for those who feel the same way, and for those inquiring minds who (god bless 'em) just can't get why I don't feel the urge to procreate: why am I not having babies? Because I'm too busy doing these things.
Taking a bubble bath.
Reading.
Sleeping in.
Having sex.
Drinking.
Going on romantic vacations.
Eating pizza for multiple days in a row.
Spending all weekend on the couch.
Getting Sunday brunch with my best friends.
Going on fun work trips.
Doing Disneyland HARDCORE. No breaks.
Shopping.
Did I mention reading?
Going to happy hour.
Having a peaceful morning to myself.
Traveling the world.
Dancing naked in my apartment.
Going to the movies.
Watching my favorite guilty pleasure TV shows like The Bachelor.
Spending a quiet night in.
Just, generally, doing whatever the hell I want.
