I don't want one either, although I must say sometimes MIL comes close. I started calling her "mum" about 7 yrs ago, as kind of a "gift" to her. She isn't nurturing or caring, just really grateful to me and H. All the time. For everything. It makes it easy to love her. Now that her time is growing short (she's almost 90) I am sad, and I constantly ask her questions about her life and her parents. It suddenly seems so important that I commit her firmly into my memory. She grew up in OK, in the 30's...like grapes of wrath. 14 children, father was a Pentecostal minister. She claims she died when her appendix broke, and he prayed her back to life. I see no reason not to believe her, she is not the fabricating type. They were dirt poor. She's had no education beyond 2nd grade. Amazing.

Sorry to go on and on. I have never had a mother or grandmother or auntie or anything this close. Her stories captivate me.

SD...if you can get any worse then ground red meat, it'd be bacon. lol. I have an old glass percolator that you put on the stove. I got it at an antique shop many years ago, and I love the coffee it brews (I put salt in mine too), but it takes forever to brew. I still do it once in a while, but H gets up at 5 every morning and makes coffee in our drip. He does always grind the beans fresh, and he blends his own organic sumatra with Hawaiian kona. Really dark and strong, never bitter. I drink it black, so I am serious about it being perfect!

Pet...omg, huge holes left in my heart, but totally worth it. I only presently have 2 dogs, I miss having a pack of 6 or so, but at this point in my life I can only manage 2 well. Maybe someday. Did you all ever hear why God created cats? For preacher to practice casting demons out of. lol. Ok, stupid old joke, I do adore all living creatures.