No Hating, Kids

I don't hate Rep. Henry Waxman for what he did to me and my fellow crafters. If there was a huge national disaster and he came to my door in need, I'd share my oatmeal with him. I wouldn't even spit in it.

But I might scrape a bit of the burnt stuff off the bottom, just because it's him.

And if it weren't an emergency and he came to my door, and he wasn't there to apologize, I would seriously consider locking him in a room with my kids and a roll of duct tape. But I probably wouldn't.

Probably.