It is entirely possible that I am in the early stages of a mid-life crisis.
I am now 40 years old and bored , oh so bored with my humdrum existence.
I have no life.
Just kids and work work work work work.
And oh yes , let us not forget dogs. German Shepherd dogs , Pitbull dogs , Chocolate Lab dogs , mutt dogs. Everywhere I walk in my house there is a dog hot on my heels , or right in front of me , or jumping directly on me. Why do I have so many dogs?
And where is the love?
The Prince Charming?
I have no man of my own save for the two I am rearing.
And I can not count them because they came out of me.