Through all my inconsistencies and changing of plans, the one thing that I have held to steadfast is that I want to have children, someday. Granted, the number of them and with whom I want to have them with has drastically changed. But the fact I still want to have them, has not wavered.

Last night while trekking through the mall with my sister she dragged me kicking and screaming into Pottery Barn Kids. Really. Who wants to go into a store with overpriced furniture for screaming little brats when you have Aldo two stores down? (Where you happened to purchase the most perfect pair of black heels and had to physically restrain youself from buying two more pairs in similar variations.)

Who? Hmm? Well. Now me.

I LOVE THAT STORE.

It is paradise for little kids. I ran around the store cooing and screaming like I had lost my head. There are miniature stoves, little retro refridgerators, adorable little stuffed animals and just cute stuff. Providing that perfect little paradise that you wanted when you were young.

Truly. This is disturbing. My sister has found something else for me to spend money on that I not only DO NOT NEED, but really can't even use. And. I should keep this as a closet habit ONLY. What sounds more ridiculous than saying you just spent your life savings on a child's kitchenette?

It is quite good I didn't have my cell phone with me last night, or I would have probably started calling up possible husbands."Hey! This is Drew! This is your lucky day, I have had a change of heart and I suddenly find you attractive enough to be the father of my child."

I creep myself out sometimes.