I am 32 years old and I am a male. I have something that's called a wife. Her name is Sarah and she took my last name. I told her she didn't have to and she was offended that I didn't care about whether or not she took my last name. A few days before our actual wedding day, she told me she decided that she was going to keep her last name and not take mine. I responded with a very large, "WHAT?!? WHY???!" because it caught me off guard. She responded simply, "....so you do WANT me to take it!" Ah, married for six years now, together for 11, feels like 50 years already, but we do have those days where it feels like we just started dating. We have a dog named SoHo (named after the famous shopping area in Manhattan around South Houston) because we lived in New York City for 9 months where we bought him (we didn't even adopt one, we had to CHARGE a dog on our card). We moved back home to Louisiana after five long years in DC then in NY. Two days later, Hurricane Katrina graced its presence to us. For three months, I didn't work much because nobody wanted to spend money. It sucked, but we were grateful we didn't lose our home and any family members. We bought a house two years ago and we love it. We adopted a cat from our local vet (we didn't charge it!) and named it NoLa after New Orleans, Louisiana (which by the way is thriving once again, we love the city). My business has grown so much in the last two years and I pay my taxes. I had to file for an extension last year for taxes because I am not a very organized person, but they have been completed so I am very legal. I don't like organization. It makes me feel traditional.