"Maybe we'll just send a card this year. Last year I was accused of killing a guy dressed as Santa just because we went to the same party."

I told everyone the only reason we would bother to get married was if we bought property in common, or if one of us needed insurance coverage. (Yes readers, I married for the insurance.) We knew what we were to each other, nobody else's opinion was called for.

Quick, someone tweet him and ask for him to burn his own house down, let's see how dedicated he ia to the bit.

Thanks! If I'm gonna be safe, I'm gonna be cute, GDI.

Aha, I knew I had a picture somewhere!

Pink got a raw deal. It's no longer just a color in a box, but a construct that was forced down my throat so hard as a kid, I HATED IT for years.

It wasn't until I realized that pink hadn't chosen this--weird talking monkeys who advertise their potato baby's pants parts--did. I forgave pink then.