Apparently chihuahuas are out and babies are the new fashion accessories at social work functions.
Every time I turned around someone else was hold, bouncing, rocking or passing off a baby.
It was heartwrenching to watch.
As I walked home in the dark and cold, I passed the college kids of the town out drinking and having a "wild friday night" and I couldn't help but feel lost between the two generations.
The minute I opened the front door, my cat came running up to me and jumped to throw his front paws around me in a hug as he exploded into a fit of happy meows and purrs. I was barely able to make it to the couch with him stepping on my feet the whole way. I hadn't even sat down before he was climbing on my lap to give me kisses and cuddle with me and my eyes just filled with tears.
I have a sinking feeling this might be the most I ever get...
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