I'm sending Lacey a copy of Rosie Red Bottom for her reading pleasure. I'm considering enclosing in the package a zip bag full of my hairs (in case I ever go missing and they need my DNA to identify my charred, toothless remains)((seriously, if there was ever a reason to get breast implants, corpse identification is it!)), and possibly some other little body parts...er...I mean trinkets.
Thanks to everyone who entered the giveaway. Losers.
In remembrance of the date today, I'm not going to post anything else because everything that could be said about 9/11 has already been said, and the best I can do is leave the Internet alone for a while.