Oh Shit...I'm Miranda...

As I got home today from what I'd call my "successful" job, opening up a nice bottle of wine for myself, putting on my sweats, and settling down to order Chinese delivery...it dawned on me...

I.
AM.
MIRANDA.

When did THAT happen?  I've always been a Carrie...at least I thought I was...

So I've got single parenting, a cheating husband, overgrown pubes, a judgmental housecleaner-turned-nanny, and *gasp* BROOKLYN in my future...?

*sigh*

Well, at least Miranda was the one who looked best with age...I can say that much...