Equal Time

OK, Jami, I've finally had enough.

Our conversations this week spent far too much time on pie crusts, cats, and you shopping for pants. Yes, I like to cook, and I am a semi-reluctant cat owner, and I like to consider myself a fairly progressive guy, but you getting teary-eyed over the dreaded "waist gap" was just too much for my Y chromosome to take. This has to end before we wind up walking on the beach and you asking "Do you ever get that not-so-fresh feeling?"

I demand equal time.

This week, we're talking about nothing but boobies and sports and monster trucks.