Better get some more cats!

So I was in bed last night and all of a sudden I had a realization: I actually may end up single for the rest of my life....and I'm OK with that.  I'm at a point where being on my own with my two little loveys sounds perfect to me.  They are really all I need (along with my family and good friends).  Do I need a man in my life?  No.  Do I want a man in my life? No necessarily.  Of course I wouldn't turn away Josh Duhamel (see last post) but it's not something that I'm wishing for at this point.  I used to pray and wish and hope that I'd meet my prince charming.  I'd worry that I'd be single forever and live alone for the rest of my life.  And although that still is a very real possibility, it doesn't scare me.  I'm happy right now.  I'm content. I mean, look at us.... aren't we the cutest little family of three??? 

But then as I was about to fall asleep and dream sweet dreams of me and my happy little family of three, my mind fast-forwarded to about 15 years from now when both my kids are grown up and most likely living on their own.  And there I am. In my house.  By myself.  Ok, now being single doesn't sound so appealing.  It sounds lonely and too quiet. 

Better get more cats!