I’ve got opposite-poison running through my veins. It takes evil and turns it sweet. The only cure is a pint of vinegar, three of Hillary Clinton’s cankle hairs and a teaspoon of Martha Stewart’s backwash. You’ve been warned. I’m about to gush. But for good reason. You see, this girl I know (Anna Mitchael) wrote this thing called an entire book (Just Don’t Call Me Ma’am) and it’s really, really, really good and you should buy it. And no it’s neither home, nor garden, but you can read it in the pool and that’s in your backyard. Unless, of course, you’re a redneck and then you just have a septic tank back there, but then you can’t read anyway so what’s the point?! Buy the book!!