Yes, it's that time of the year when we migrate over to the UK for a few weeks. On the cards this year - London, of course, a day trip to Brighton, a possible day trip to Paris (can't wait) and 3 glorious days in Amsterdam (we of course are only going for the duck if we can find the amazing restaurant we went to a few years ago) not to mention 3 days of unaccompanied shopping at the sales while Paul is in Scotland seeing his family. Yes it really is the most wonderful time of the year.
This is when I am so glad that I am anti-breeding (and when I say I want no kids I mean it and never ever ever will waiver despite having had one doctor try to tell me "Go home and make babies" because he was a quack who believes that having a kid will cure my endometriosis *yes that really happened and it's total bullshit - there is no cure people!!!!)- no pesky rugrats to have to pack and make sure they don't throw a tantrum on the plane and ruin other people's holidays (well sort of there is always the prospect of Hornhead throwing a wobbly on the plane but that's a whole different story), never a second thought of can we go since we have nothing apart from Byron our cat to worry about. No having arguments about who gets to stay in with the little terror so the other can go out and be part of society. Not to mention where oh where would I put a kid in my cute little Mini! Oh the joys of being a non-breeder! Besides in Hell A babies are the new hot accessories just like chihuahuas, everyone just needs to be wearing one around their neck while covered in spit or puke or whatever babies slobber consists of or you just aren't cool. I guess people really think that like all other trends they will be still be in high fashion in 18 years like a vintage Dior, I'm not thinking so... And these are the same people who support causes for our environment yet are so self-absorbed that they don't see that this planet is already at full capacity with over population but once again a hip trend dictates. Or better yet those 'feminists' who say I want my independence yet entrap a man by falling pregnant because they think that will save their relationship or create that permanent friend who will always agree with their mommie- please tell me there is a very special place in hell for those type of women who are sooooo selfish that they would inflict the years of blaming their child (god forbid children) for their lack of a partner. Trust me I have seen this happen far too often first hand and the mere thought of it right now makes me want to spew. Nope you can keep your brats! Here is an article that I love that pretty much sums up a lot of my feelings on the subject and yes I give Hornhead a hard time about being a breeder all the time so don't think he doesn't get let off the hook.
Well back to packing and checking off those final lists, not to mention trying to finish up a slouchy beret that I have been designing and reworking for the last few months.....
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