Mimi Smartypants, I laughed until I cried reading about the dead bird with half its face eaten off by ants. Please never stop writing. Also please get a book deal and tour for it and include Boston in your itinerary so I can either forget to get tickets or come to your reading and then be too shy afterwards to come up and say how much I love your writing. Because I am neurotic and fun like that!
This is happily unrelated to Mimi Smartypants, but since we've gotten back from the honeymoon my anxiety levels have gone (back) through the fucking roof. Welcome home! I wondered where that hand tremor had gotten to.