My Biological Clock

I have a biological clock. It is ticking. Now, I know what you're thinking, "biological clocks? those are for women who actually have.........biological clocks." But no, be creative for a second. Escape the oppresive confines of our current culture and flow with me for a little bit. My big brother got married last week, congrats kev. And during the wedding reception there is of course that five minute period reserved for the parents to give a toast. My Father gives the toast to my brother and his bride. It's a very emotional toast, my Dad cries, I laugh. I'm sorry I had to, it wasn't a graceful cry, it was one of those whiny I'm still trying to talk so my voice gets all high pitched cries. And I only laughed to myself, not completely out loud. So at the tail end of this emotional salute he then turns to me, drawing the attenion of the other one hundred and fifty two guests and says "three down, one to go." Now it's everyone else's turn to laugh, and my turn to cry. So being the only one of four siblings who is now not married with two children, I have been "awarded".......drumroll please..........you guessed it............... a biological clock. This clock reminds everyone to ask me about marriage, babies, and even having babies outside of marriage every...... I don't know................ 67 seconds. It comes standard with no snooze button, no plug, no batteries.................... and no wife to get rid of it. I don't hate this clock, I'm cool with it. I'm only 25, but somehow this clock could keep me from saying one day, I'm only 45. Nah, I don't hate the clock, because if I do, that only gives it more power. Big shoutout to my honorary bio clock......one love