I'm the indoorsy type, making occasional forays to the supermarket, and letting my psychotic dachshund take me out for a drag a few times a day. I also have a cat (like me, the indoorsy type). I do enjoy tanning, though, which kind of conflicts with my monastic proclivities, but I have a backyard deck and can be found there during the summer months strategically zinc oxided and encased in aluminum foil. I'm married with two kids -- one of each -- who never fail to make me laugh. Their existence validates my belief that sarcasm actually IS hereditary. Or, at the very least, osmotic. My husband sometimes makes me laugh. My in-laws never make me laugh. Except at them.