A few of us are hanging out in our administrative assistants’ office this afternoon. Christina is talking about how her good friends are having a baby and are worried about not having any friends after their baby is born. One of our administrative assistants has gone home sick, so it’s just Ashley left. Ashley is married and the mother of a precious little girl.
“So what about you two?” she asks Christina and me. “When are y’all having kids?”
“Well, first I have to not be on the fast track to dying alone. Then we’ll talk,” I say.
“With your dogs?” asks Ashley.
“Yep. I don’t want to die completely alone.”
“Allie,” Christina says, “you’re not going to be Bridget, are you?”
Awesome. Even my coworkers think I’m prematurely turning into Bridget Jones.
