Utopia Burn Notice

Didn’t realize the female star from one of my fave shows “Burn Notice” on USA was English, had 3 kids despite her anorexic appearance, and could care less about men:

Yes, you are about to be 40!

I’ve already surpassed my life expectancy by about 10 years, so anything goes at this point.

I hadn’t realized you had such a rambunctious younger life.

Oh, good, I’m glad it’s not public knowledge

Are three children enough? You have three!

I have three! Which sounds like a lot to those that don’t have any and a little to those that have five. I could keep going. If the bounty of eggs allows, and of course I have to find another donor. But I never say “never.” Well, I do, actually quite a bit. In this instance I’m optimistic that there could be more child-rearing.

It sounds fun, but the donors are the problem.

Donors are always a problem, which is why I refer to them solely as donors. I have an abundance of baby daddies, which is fabulous, they’re all dear friends. But that utopia of raising children with my loved one and growing old and rocking together in our porch swing with 17 great-grandchildren on our laps? I think I may be swinging alone.