Let me just say that I don't know if I should be offended that some of you are demanding photographic proof of the siding on the back porch or if I should be flattered that you are so worried about the state of my house you want to make sure I'm not living in a trailer without wheels.
Anyways. Tonight's post is not going to be about my house. Even though I could probably bang out some hilarity for you based on any room you choose! I could, I swear. Our house is like the movie Money Pit, minus the fire and stairs falling down. But who knows- that could all just be on their way.
No- tonight's post is an open letter to America. Really, this could be international but since I've only been "international" for an afternoon I don't think that counts. And really? I think Thunder Bay, Canada isn't REALLY international. (Dear Canadians: I love you if you love me. If not then you suck and your opinion doesn't count anyways.)
But what got me started on this was on my way home the other day, I saw this gem: