In fact, I became so insufferable that my sister loaned me money so I could get the hell out. So I did. I prepared two resignation letters. The first letter was the standard, "It's not you, it's me, I need room to grow and boy howdy have I learned a lot!"
The second was written in crayon and said, "So long, suckers!"
I submitted the first. To this day, I wish I'd had the nerve to submit the second. It is the sole regret of my life.
With that, I'm outta here. And, in honor of that long-ago day when I learned that, sometimes, quitting is the better part of valor:
SO LONG, SUCKERS!
Oh, this isn't my last post or anything. Don't cry! I'm just leaving town and on blog-cation for a few days. I'm headed to Chapel Thrill, North Cackalackee for football, beer, and possibly some more beer. I'll be back soon enough.
PS - In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day:
What's a pirate's favorite candy?