I love the Bloggess. I'm going to see her at her book signing NEXT WEEK. I just woke up bleary-eyed and blinking in, I feel, unnecessarily bright sunlight to find this at the top of my Twitter feed: It was on Wikipedia so it must be true.
My favorite line is, "And what the hell was Grimace? A stain?"
But this goes again to prove that all truly funny people seem to have the perfect spouse as a foil. Why is that? Is the ability for true humor withheld from us single folks?