"Since I was a little girl I've always imagined meeting and marrying my best friend. Of buying a house with my best friend. And making babies with my best friend. And more babies. And more babies. And more babies..."
Is it wrong that the jaded part of me cracked up at that and said (with an eye roll), "hold on skinny bikini girl - you're probably 1 in 6"?!
Mr. Thompson was walking through the room at the time and called me a Cynic. Then he told me that I watch some really stupid stuff on the tele.
I tend to agree but no matter how many times I tried to turn the channel, I couldn't seem to stay away from what will surely end in a nuclear explosion.
What can I say? I like train wrecks.
As far as the cynic part goes - yeah, I guess I have a dash of that too. Only because I think that I was once that girl (minus the skinny, bikini part post 1996)
Once upon a time, I vividly remember driving down the interstate with Mr. Thompson before I was his Mrs.... and having "The Talk". You know be one.
I can tell you the exact mile marker in which we reached negotiation on what our family would look like. Him. Me. Three (yes, three) kids. A dog. And an SUV (no minivan).
On a happy note: It's me. Him. A dog. An SUV. And The Bachelor, which only proves that after 17 seasons of engagements resulting in an 11% success rate...
I still have hope.