Baby lust

It’s that time of year, and I’ve been getting a ton of (obviously last minute) Christmas shopping done. For the few past years that I’ve been around here, I’ve sort of gotten away without having to do this with the very corny “I’m new to your customs” bit. I decided I wouldn’t do that this year, as it was getting a bit old. Besides, shopping’s fun!

I think I’ve amassed a nice collection of goodies—ranging from the pocket-hole-burners for materialistic kinds with expensive tastes, to the thoughtful hand-made-from-special-bits trinkets for the sensitive kinds. Having spent more than half my day in stores, as a side bonus, I ran into so many cute little kids. Words like adorable do not do them justice.

Anyway, this sort of thing always results in my inner spoilt-brat-isms to bubble to the surface.

I want a baby NOW! I want one I want one I WANT ONE! Now Now NOW!

*Flail hands randomly and stomp floor for effect.*

Don’t mind the fact that I’m not emotionally ready, financially nowhere near responsible enough and lack a willing uterus.

Bah, humbug.

On another seasonal note, it’s cold. How hard could it possibly be to convince someone to be your snuggle-buddy for the winter? Because, you know, they’re probably cold too.

8 thoughts on “Baby lust”

  1. Haha, that was pretty funny. But I doubt things like that can cure my fledgling obsession. Kids are adorable!

    Merry Christmas to you too, and I can honestly say I do enjoy shopping, especially at places other than the male-friendly hubs you’ve pointed out. There is the small issue of being a poor student, but I’m sure that will obviate itself in time.

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