Long time no post...but seeing as Matt and possibly Davis are the only ones reading this I'll digress...
While I swear off relationships and children, I find myself tied down to a 45 lb muddy, whiny, selfish fur-ball. Recently a co-worker posted a flyer to give away his cats. He loves the cats dearly but his two-year-old recently developed an allergy and he has no choice but to find a new home for them.
I have often asked myself: what will I do if I fall in love with a man who doesn't like dogs, or worse, is allergic? What if my future children are allergic? The first answer is simple: that would never happen. The second makes me want to start believing in god so I can pray it won't.
Slate covered this topic in a recent article that was a bit too surface level for my tastes so I Google'd deeper and found that 75% of random about.com readers agree with me.
"You can talk to them and they don't talk back, they don't criticize, and they're happy to see you no matter what." (here)
In completely unrelated news this sex muffin has a "Fight Resume". God I love the internet.
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I long to become an expert at the Bullwhip and Mounted Calvary Sabre. As for pet allergies; practically my entire family has admitted to cat allergies. They come over and MJ lays on them. They don't sneeze. I'm calling shenanigans.
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