Patrick Says

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example: Is that your car? That’s nice.

you’re = the contraction of ‘you are’
example: You’re driving that car? You’re braver than I thought.

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My friend Becca suggested I watch an episode of ‘Sex and the City’. If you remember, I’m not a fan. I replied…

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This may anger a few of you, but really, if you can’t appreciate me for my frank honesty, you probably should be reading another blog. Perhaps this one or even better, this one.

So, it came up at work just now about animals. We have someone in my office who is an animal lover and we have me. And we got into the discussion about animals and I mentioned that since I’ve had kids, I’ve lost the ability to really ‘care’ all that much about animals. I even went so far as to say that I think this sticker below that people can put on there door is ignorant.

Actually I couldn’t find the word at the time, but ignorant will do. I do not want a fireman, who probably has a family and friends who will miss him, risking his life to save a dog or a cat or a bird. I think that if you would trade a human life (that’s not your own) for an animal’s life, you have some serious judgment problems. That cat will be snuggling up to some kid at the shelter two days after you’re dead.

It’s just an animal. I know you love your pet, but it’s an animal. Heck, earlier today, you probably ate some other animal.

Anyway, that’s my opinion. I still love you and I hope you still love me. I just had to get this down somewhere. Hopefully, I’ll see you here for the next post.

(By the way, if you leave a thought-provoking counter-argument or comment, it’s great. If you call me names, I will delete your comment. If you don’t like that, go start your own blog. Heck, call it ‘I Hate Patrick’ and link back to me. I’m a whore like that.)

So I’m sitting here at work eating green popcorn for lunch. (I don’t have any lunches and someone brought this stuff in.)

But here’s the weird part. I know the popcorn is colored and that it doesn’t affect the taste at all. But I’m convinced, in my head, that the ones that are more green taste better. That is just ridiculous.