The priss in me loves a fufu dog. The sarcastic side loves a cat with an attitude. The happy, carefree side thinks that birds are the best of pets however, the love of nature hates to see the beauty in them confined to a cage for my happy, carefree, selfish benefit so I can't have anymore. Feel sorry for'em and it plays with my conscience. That'll never do. Maybe I'll write a book one day. Perhaps I'll title it: "Bet I know why the caged birds escaped".

I am 5'6". Not the most athletic or petite, precious little thing. Got work to do but, I do recognize that there are some times when you must find that inner strength (somewhere deep down inside that Simply Fabulous, African American Barbie that you know you were meant to be) to Just Say No to Krispy Kreme. Let's just call me Cur-va-ceous. Don't hurt yourself, and don' t get it wrong either. I'm not the town tart and if this is what you are looking for; heads up. You really will be needlessly wasting your time. The very least I can do is be decent enough to let a fella know. But I'm cool like that: See? Let's not reinvent the wheel. Kindly skip me and move on to someone who may be on the same "casual" page as yourself. It's so much easier. Don'tcha think? I do.

I have 2 children 9 and 19 so if there is even a remote aversion to the little, or not so little people; that wouldn't be good either: Would it?