After a great deal of thought, I’m picking Lynnster as my closest counsel. She has stayed in this fight over at Tiny Cat Pants for days already. She is fiercely, and I mean FIERCELY loyal, and I may need that one day, if I ever go to the mattresses. I wore out on the whole Brad thing long ago, he is stubbornly clinging to a losing argument, and Lynnster ain’t having a bit of it. God love her. Take the cannoli, leave the friggin coffee.
Got mad love for ya, Lynnster.