I apologize. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. But how can I receive this picture in my inbox by reader Emily and not post it? How can I do that to my girls? I can’t do that to you, girls. I can’t withhold this from you.
That’s like asking me not to eat a swiss roll. Not to drink a Zima. Not to kick a pigeon. Not to lick my computer screen.
I’m sorry, boys, but this might be the picture that stays up for a whole week while I sit on a beach.
I don’t know what to tell you.
Close your eyes and imagine a bucket of dead pigeons.
That’s always good for me.
But seriously, all y’all, step off.