Dear PBFH,

Why is it that ( every ) time I speak with you, you feel the need to interject some terse comment about how busy you are?

What is it that you do again for work? Nothing? Oh.

I suppose I should feel happy when you tell me (the childless b*** who belongs in the crazy house. Was that it? Yeah, thats what your post said) when you tell me that you 'are so busy you're spinning on your heels.'

I should hope that you spin enough to slip and fall on the yellow brick road and a ranch house falls on top of you. And youuuuuuuuuuu and your ugly, green-with-envy-sick-and-twisted-self, curls up and disappears into thin air.

But I know you will just resurface, and you will have what you think are you minions support your insane lies about my DH and me and my family, but when I defeat you (with water! Lord, I'm waiting for a rainy day in DECEMBER!), and you know I will because I've got Glenda the Good Witch and ToTo on my side, everyone will clap and exclaim "All hail Dorothy!"

Bruawahahhahahahaha!