A few snippets from my past few days...
The Scene: Making a salad.
The quote:"Is it even possible to unwrap a long english cucumber without it looking dirty?"
The Scene: A fellow grad student brought her *adorable* baby to a meeting.
The quote: "He makes my womb tingle."
The Scene: Watching late night TV, when we come across yet another Maury special on "I don't know which of the five men I work with is the father of my triplets".
Me: "If we have a kid, let's name him Maury."
The Duke: "No, let's name him Murray."
Me: "Oh no! That means he's destined to have a mustache!"
I am still officially MIA, unfortunately. Don't let these snippets fool you. I'm just on a self-imposed 15 minute break from my exciting Saturday of mad essay-tizing and report writing (which, sadly, also defined my Friday night. Who says your 20s aren't about debauchery and irresponsibility?)
Also, despite the preponderance of quotes regarding children, my biological clock is not actually in hyper-speed. I'm having a hard time remembering to buy toilet paper at the moment, so the notion of another living being's well-being in my hands is more than a little disconcerting.