Uh-uh. No way.
I'm content with being an aunt.
As long as I can hand the child back, I'm ok with it.
I don't want pets.
Cats hate me, fish freak me out, and rabbits are dull.
Dogs are chill, but they shed and you have to potty train.
No, thank you.
As I see it, I am going to be a crazed, workaholic old cat lady, minus the cats.
And I'm ok with that.
I like my life.
I don't need men, animals, or little brats to complete me.
As long as I have books and friends,
I'll be just fine.