The Dreaded Question

Short one folks.

Last night I went to my grandmothers to have diner. Grandmothers little sisters and brother where in town so we all went to her place to eat. I was sitting on the couch when my mother commented that she had wonderful daughter-in-laws, my brothers wives, and my great-aunt put her hand on my knee and asked "So when are you getting married?"

I hate this question! I couldn't even look at her and didn't say a word. It is a sore point with me that at 40 I am still single but I would rather be single than with the wrong person. Not that being single is all that great. I look at it as the lesser of two evils.

That is all folks. Thank you for tuning in and I hope to be more entertaining soon!