This weekend I was chatting with some girlfriends over some fancy schmancy homemade pizzas and decaf (thanks, Sarah!). We got to talking about what our “alternative” lives would look like: what we would be doing if we weren’t currently doing what we were doing (if that makes sense. I swear there wasn’t anything special in the coffee). Some wanted to be an earth mother/midwife/live off of the land. Some wanted to be a backup dancer/advertising exec. Some wanted to do nothing: absolutely nothing (the female counterpart to my hubby).

What I shared isn’t necessarily what I would want to be doing, but it’s what I had planned out for my life as of the college years. I didn’t want to have kids but rather be the fun, beloved aunt: I was going to run a boarding school in Europe so my friends could send me their kids for school to let them experience “culture.” I was going to take care of the boys because they’re less psychological to deal with; my friend Joetta was going to take care of the girls because they smell better. During the off season, I would travel around Africa, working with orphans and refugees, using my husband Adam Clayton (yes, *that* Adam Clayton)’s money. When Adam need his trophy Southern wife to come home for another fundraiser, I’d swoop in, throw a killer party, and charm everyone into giving him more money to give to me to save Africa. I could do this because my mother’s Southern, so I’ve been trained in the realm of hostessing and charming.

Well, I married my bass player. I didn’t get a boarding school in Europe, but I have a home in wine country. I’m not saving Africa directly, but I did recently participate in an event that’s going to send an African woman to an Emergent gathering. Joetta’s not around to hold up her end of the bargain, but I’m still sticking to my testosterone-only population.

Oy.

[NOTE: Title edited because I can't count. Yes, I will be spending more time with JJ and his flashcards.]

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