Considering these kinda strange times, this question is lame. I'll admit it. Who really gives a rat's ass as to what I have to say? I'm not even sure at times how much I care about what I have to say, but you know what? I'm going to say whatever I want here on my blog because I can and if you care--then great... I love that you think I have anything important to say. If you don't care...great. I probably will still like you if we ever meet. I like most people. If you love animals...it's guaranteed that I'll like you even if you're weird. I'm positive that if any of my kids are reading this right now that they are sufficiently embarrassed--at least the one under 18. The older two accept me for who I am at this point. They understand that changing me is highly unlikely without a lobotomy and I am sorry...but I'm not prepared to take enough Xanax to get me to that point. The youngest one should never read anything I write because I guarantee her mo
Author Michele Scott