Of course there’s going to be a book. I know, I know, *everyone* is writing a book. Whatever. I’m impervious to your statistical data. It’s on.

In the meantime, please be amused by my favorite ever photo (and its corresponding blog post). I stare at this photo whenever I’m having a bad day or a sad day or a mad day. Or any day whose emotions seem to fit that rhyming scheme. Except a “dad” day. That just doesn’t make sense. Although to be fair, if I woke up to find that I was somehow a father, I think I would indeed need this photo to make me feel better. Also, I’d need an IV of tequila.