Two's A Crowd.

Hi there blog,

What am I doing?

Waiting for homework. That's what.

So while I'm waiting for homework I decided to talk about something I forgot to talk about yesterday. Yeah I know, great memory...handy for exams.

I was staying at my cousins house over the weekend and their (obviously inferior) cousins from 'the other' side of the family came over.

Now they're nice enough as long as you don't bring up the tender topic of marriage.

Some random we have in common is getting married at the tender age of 18 and I casually remarked that that was a bit young in my opinion.

Look I'm sorry (lie), but I know quite a few 18 year old guys and any attempt by them to get married would end in broken plates and broken hearts. So personally I think unless your boyfriend is the guy from the ricotta ad ('sometimes when I cook, I weep') you should just stick to making out in the back of his dad's Toyota instead of in the back of a black one with white ribbon.

Anywhoozle, they seemed shocked at this exclamation. Well one of them's 22 and has her second baby on the way...I should have anticipated this. Honestly sometimes I just open my mouth to breathe and words fall out.

Her response was (no joke):

"You have to get married by uni or you'll get left on the shelf."

Ok look, I'm no feminist but maybe we should have limited the vote to 'some women'. Sorry but who's shelf am I going to get left on? The shelf of not having screaming kids hitting me while I try and finish uni. Bummer...I'll dust it for you.

The thing is that not only did suffragettes just turn in each of their man-hating graves at this news, she also made me feel guilty for not being wedded myself. In fact if we're going by 'Kitchen Lover's' book (of the 1800's) I should be pushing out my 5th baby.

Oh I feel so unfulfilled.