I stole this from my niece Rachel's Facebook album. My sister Angie down in Key West, which is where they spent the holidays. Key freakin' West. I couldn't hate her more if she told me she met Joaquin Phoenix and was now carrying his love-child. Do people still use the term 'love-child'? Shouldn't they all be considered love-children, regardless of the marital-status of the parents? So I love Angie, but she's the only person I know who would need a jacket in a tropical climate. I'm going to see her in a couple of months. She can feed me and listen to me whine and I can tell her how smart and pretty and skinny she is.