There needs to be some kind of check and balance for when I am so emotional.
Like, when my estrogen level reaches a certain point, petfinder.com should be blocked from my internet browser.
["I want to adopt all of them!" *squeal*    *cry*    *stuff girl scout cookie in mouth*]

I kind of want a cat like this:

They look so soft, like a chinchilla!
(See what I mean? I’m not even a cat person.)

My great need for a canine companion, however, has even entered my subconscious.  A few nights ago I dreamt I was playing with the cutest husky puppy and it. was. awesome.  A couple weeks ago Damon decided that if we got a dog I should name it “Friend” because that’s what I eventually call everything anyway. If we get another cat, he wants to name it “Smegma,” the origins of which came from this conversation.

Damon: “What’s your favorite color?”
Jenn: “Green.”
Damon: “What if the word ‘green’ was suddenly abolished, like you weren’t allowed to say it.  The word we now know as ‘green’ had to be called something else…. like, ‘the grass isn’t green, the grass is…. smegma.’ Would that color still be your favorite color?”

(Mind you, this was a completely sober conversation.  These are just the conversations that we actually have.)