Five of you showed up and liked the last little tantrum I wrote about and I trust that zero will show up for this one. Why? Because if you thrive off of life learning pouting bouts from older adults then you must be more crazy than I am. I hate my craft. It’s long dead…

There. I said it out loud. I printed it. Noticeably. And no one can take it away from my website. You can’t require it. You can’t request it. You can’t insist or demand it. Nope. It’s right there for the entire world to view and take notice. I was going to make a comic book…