I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole.

Have you ever really listened to the lyrics of the "Mister Grinch" song?

I think I need to start using some of those insults in my daily life.

Hate mail author: "Brandi, your blog sucks. I wish you'd get AIDS and die!" (An actual e-mail, by the way)
Me: "Yeah? Well you're a dirty jockey and you drive a crooked horse!"

Or to the idiot with an overflowing shopping cart in the self check out lane who can't figure out how to work it: "You've got garlic in your soul."

It'd make me feel better.

In other news, I officially became an officer's wife 17 minutes ago. Also? Will will be home in 10 hours. Yay me!