A treat for you, subservient readers: a chance to follow along with the weighty musing of my mighty mind:

I don’t like candles. Does anyone else hate candles as much as I do? They’re ridiculous, useless in today’s modern world, and downright dangerous. My mother (Wingman’s Mom) loves the things. She is always lighting them—starting fires in the house!—and letting them burn all night. They choke the air with smoke and their various noxious fumes. And their prices! Ridiculous! It’s a lump of wax with a string in it! It’s not worth eighty cents, let alone $23.95… plus tax… Now that we have light bulbs and air fresheners, why do we bother with these malodorous antiquities? It’s 2012! The twentieth century!

It boggles the mind.

Also, I captured The Inquisitor and am getting married later this week.

Wingman away.

 

—Signed Wingman.