Hello, I am the one who sent the letter. My wife and I thank everyone for your comments and discussions regarding this difficult topic.

Only if they have laser beams attached to their guns. 

I am giggling like a lunatic imagining sharks with guns. 

In other news, I need to expound on an experience I had this morning. I was getting ready for work, for I have been blessed with the opportunity to do so. I plugged in my flat iron. I put my finger to close and my finger got burned. It was an uncontrollable situation that I didn’t foresee ever happening to me but I…

Uhh, I’ll offer up the lyrics my son and niece sing. Everything is awesome/Everything is cool when you fart on your tool/Everything is awesome when you’re spilling out drool 

I freaked out for about a minute and a half because I thought there was something terribly wrong with that tiny, tiny baby.

Here ya go, Jerrys of the world:

Part of me thinks there is no way a pumping* photo could ever be half as gorge as that one with Luna’s dolly, but Chrissy constantly exceeds my expectations in every way so I can’t wait to see!

STOP

BoJo just resigned and I did just loudly cheer in the office.

Oh Honey, so true. And yet my brain is seriously over ruled by the primitive part of my brain that says GO GET IT GIRL!!

Maybe he’s not knowledgeable or capable, but he continues to be put in high profile positions and continues to fail at his own actions. Sounds like the [small] Peter Principle to me.

Is there a coherent rationale for constantly evoking a century-plus old poem about taking in the world’s “teeming refuse?”

I think is more what you meant.

Yes, but only if he doesn’t talk.

Girl, no.

Star for the Gacy reference.