Mea Culpa, mea culpa. It's all my fault....I just KNOW it. (sigh) It's because I'm a woman, isn't it? You're all jealous of me, aren't you? That's why tempers get so heated. I'm so pretty damn near perfect (as well as being a goddess) that the rest of you just get all overflowy with angst and trauma. (sigh, sniff, cough)
I swear I will try to be less perfect so that the rest of you may feel at least somewhat worthy. Seriously, I WILL make the sacrifice....I will....just watch. I shall bear the sins of the multitudes. Because of me, ye shall all be washed clean....or slightly less soiled than before....whatever.
If the green tea runs out, may I please have a Margarita? And a couple of croissants? Oh, and sauteed mushrooms would be good. Escargots? Anyone have any extras laying around?