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Just to clear up any confusion, to those friends and relatives who recently received our holiday letter and decided to check out my blog --

You're in the right place. You, however, may note that I am, from time to time, somewhat of a, hmmm, how best to put it...

Highly feminist-ey, radical liberal, and unashamedly committed to a world where everyone hugs, holds hands, sings kum-ba-yah, gets married to whomever they want, and has control of their own minds and bodies. And I'm also not kidding when I say I may adopt the maple leaf and sing Oh Canada if the election doesn't go my way come November.

I realized this might be a little shocking to some of you (or maybe not so much, as I've also occasionally been known to be an opinionated big mouth). I'm not apologizing for anything. If you don't agree, we could duke it out.

Or we could just continue to talk about the weather. How about we do that. It's 4 degrees outside right now. Brrr. And you?

Comments

FletcherDodge said…
I have a dream that some day people will be able to marry whoever they want. That's why I keep Scarlett Johansson's phone number handy.
2:12 PM
Amy said…
Because one supermodel wife isn't enough, eh?

I hope L has Brad Pitt on speed dial, too.
2:49 PM
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