So, my mom dropped oodles of wisdom and gossip on our weekly call today. Most notably that my cousin’s 21-year-old Mormon son is getting married. I naturally was like, “Oh, well, I guess that’s what he wants in life. I’m going to be a spinster living in the city.” And then my mom told me I’m not a spinster because I’m a “millennium.” I don’t know if you know this, but brackets of 1,000 years can’t be spinsters because they aren’t settling down until their mid-30s.
Then she added, “You’re going to be like Sex and the City. You’re going to write and have your Manolo Blahniks and you’re going to get your Mister What’s-His-Name. What’s His Name? What’s the guy’s name? Well, your Mister What’s-His-Name will come.”