Finger Lickin' Good.

I was watching American Idol last night (I am not ashamed), and during the commercial break this over-the-top KFC family commercial came on and by the end of it I felt myself sighing lightly and thinking, 'I want that.'

And then I almost fell over.

How did this ridiculous grease-filled commercial cause this hard bitch of a woman to crack? I bet it was the gravy. KFC has some good gravy...

Seeing a happy family cuddled on the couch to spend time together made my insides ache and for the first time EVER, I felt the need to become a mother.
I don't think my biological clock has kicken in. The idea of children still scares the snot out of me. I may have become one of the simple-minded North American public that have boughten into the idea that Friday night needs to be spent with a giant bucket of clogging artery goodness (OH, and family too), or maybe I've finally met someone that I actually want to spend the rest of my life with and the idea of having a family seems like a tangible one.

I feel vulnerable.

I don't want to marry him tomorrow. I know he'll read this, but I don't know how he'll react. He may be happy, he may be scared... Maybe he'll just want some KFC.

I wonder when our butterflies are going to run out. And I wonder how he'll react when the happy glow of new love fizzles out of his head. Will he leave? Will he run back to his office, back to his solidarity to find someone else to become infatuated with? Will he smile at me contently, realising that what he found in me is enough and then settle himself down infront of the TV to watch the free Blockbuster rental that came with the KFC Family Meal Deal? I don't know, but I am both terrified and in love with the possibilities.