Subject: It’s official
My wife has just informed me to go upstairs because I’m in my “No one wants to be around you!” mood (I know, what’s new?). And our guests don’t arrive for 5 more hours.

This means you guys might be the recipients of my crazed outbursts, mega-sarcastic observations, and general histrionics. Have I mentioned OCD?

My deepest apologies in advance.

Insanity is hereditary. You get it from your kids.

Maybe I need a couple of drinks and an Arturo Fuente.