White Wicker and Kittens

Claire and I had a big chat at work yesterday, about the inevitability of our becoming spinsters. We're both convinced that we're doomed. And how silly it is when people say, well everyone finds some one. NOT SO!!! Think of how many single middle age to old people you know. More than you'd like to think. That'll be Claire and I. We were talking about how we'll be bitter old women with no friends, because we'd be too jealous to be friends with married couples. I can't imagine. Growing old alone?? It's hard enough now sometimes, being single, but imagining being like this for the rest of my life? Honestly... I think I'd sooner die. I gotta tell ya... the single life is not for me. For a while maybe, but.... not forever. I'll say this now. If I'm single at 40(and that's pushing it), please, I'm begging you.. someone shoot me. Right in the head. Make sure you don't miss. It's gotta be a gooder.