Gawd, Maud. I’m shamelessly flattered/filled with existential dread. Plus, now that you’ve outed me on the Maker’s Mark and the inferiority complex, I feel that I have certain carte blanche. Truly, obscenely nice.

In fact, sick. Sick and wrong. But in a sweet way.

Well, let’s get started. I promised Maud that right off the bat I’d post lots of pictures of puppies, soft-focus air-brushed acrylics of unicorns, and monkeys dressed up like old West whores, dangling off trees, just “hangin’ in there”. But, before I forget…

Hi, Mom!