musings from a couch potato

  Lately I’ve begun to accept the high probability that I will be a diva spinster. Going to a foreign land didn’t increase my chances of finding an activity partner so I must wrap my head around this possibility. I don’t feel sorry for myself though. I like doing my own stuff in my own time anyway. However, tonight I was left home alone because my auntie had to go on duty. I was reminded of a 30 Rock episode where Liz realized that staying single forever might mean that if she choked, no one would be there to do the Heimlich. So I could be a diva spinster with my fabulous Isaac Mizrahi for Target clothes and have a heart attack and die because no one is going to bring me to the ER. I therefore conclude I must start looking for the smartest dog on the planet, one that could call and talk to a 911 operator.