Quit your day job. Go on. I dare you.

My latest OCD symptom, checking the mailbox for the mythical check from the taxman which will end my finaincial misery usually ends in me muttering unhappily.

Not today. Today I found a little parcel from my sister Karen in New Zealand containing a t-shirt and a letter. The T-shirt cracked me up….

What would yoda do? Your Ass, Kick it he would!

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