Yes, I've Been Drinking, So, Yes, It's a Mushy Post

Let's hope this is the last we have to speak of the recent unpleasantness*. But I just wanted to take a minute and say thanks to all y'all. I think the last time I talked to Coble, our exchange went something like "Suck my butt," "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Do you even read what I say?" "I don't have to. You never say anything new." "You stink." "So do you." And yet, who called me up at lunch to check on me? Coble. Kleinheider is my exact opposite. We're actually forbidden by a little-known law of physics from meeting, because it would be like matter and anti-matter colliding. Scientists right now are studying how to bring us close enough together to generate an endless supply of energy without destroying either of us. Do most of Kleinheider's readers agree with me? I doubt it. And yet, one of them called him to let him know what was going on so he could take appropriate steps. Up at Pith in the Wind, they deleted comments as fast as they went up. And you know Brittney, Sarcastro, Nashville Knucklehead, and the Wayward Boy Scout totally had my back. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Tiny Cat Pants might be good because of me, but it's great because of you guys. I learn so much from you all the time, not only because of what you say, but how you live in the world. I feel very lucky. So, again, to all you guys, thanks a lot. It's strange, but as much as it sucked and probably will continue to suck for a bit, y'all made me feel taken care of. *My Southern readers will pause momentarily to wonder if I'm talking about the Civil War.