* To the person who sent me the eleventy-seven jillion increasingly profane and obnoxious e-mails: just because I didn't address every single one of your poorly-spelled and -punctuated "concerns" in the edits added to my last post doesn't automatically make me a lying liar who tells lies while lying down. It just means that you don't get a public response to everydamnthing you e-mail me. You got a private response to everything up to the point where it became clear that you were less curious about my life and more nucking futs, and after that you got filtered straight to the trash folder.
* Today seems like an excellent time to refer all interested parties to my About page, which has remained pretty much unchanged since this blog's inception (with the addition of "wife" when I got married, my Pinterest information when I joined Pinterest, and each year to the copyright statement as time has passed, because OBVIOUSLY). If your knickers are currently twisted over anything I've said on here and/or you wish to set me straight on my own life, US health insurance laws, the therapeutic applications of Pristiq, the availability of standardized test results in my home state, the existence of an omnipotent God, or any number of things, really, the disclaimer on there is for you.
* Maybe the party the two preceding bullets were directed toward is just wanting to keep me from missing The Narcissist? If that is the case then a) I don't, not a bit and b) those are some mighty big and crazy shoes to fill, and while you get an A for effort, unless you're prepared to make it a lifelong avocation (please don't do that) and get slapped with a restraining order? KNOCK IT OFF. Thanks.