My Children Have Started Pranking Me Already. These Wikkid Pipo. And I'm Having a Sale on All My Books.
As I type, it's 3:35 am...so I don't know how much sense this post is going to make. I'm sure I'll look over it at noon and ask myself, "Self! Were you on crack when you wrote this?" And I'll say, "Naw, Self! I was…