will be our faithful four-legged sidekick, Rufus. We'll also adopt an ex-racing greyhound and an American Staffordshire Terrier (the less intimidating pseudonym for a pit bull). Sorry, mom. I'll send pictures of your grandchildren.
will be my chariot. I've always dreamed of owning a yellow Nissan Xterra so I can traverse the rugged Rocky Mountains or forge through the mighty Mississippi or fend off rogue shopping carts at the local Jewel. Ok seriously, I want one so when (if?) we decide to have these:
They'll think their mom is the coolest ever. Yes, I want all boys and no, I do not plan on birthing a black or hispanic child (JCrew likes to keep their ads politically correct). Yes, I will dress my boys in cute Oxford-ian outfits that I bought either on clearance or at a garage sale. Yes, they will hate me for it. Yes, I know I've been back and forth -- ok mostly back -- on the idea of having children, but when my husband looks like this: