A tall, well-armed Scotsman once told me that people with Scottish blood in their veins only feel two emotions, “Weepin’ and Anger.” I see evidence of this all throughout my family. I am part of a hot-blooded and emotional tribe, and therefore I am prone to hyperbole—both dishing it out (OMG! These pizza Hot Pockets are the best thing ever!) and being taken in by it (Plaid pajamas are the cruelest injustice of our time! AAARGH!). My reaction to such statements is usually to grab my broadsword, paint my face, and charge off to slay all the plaid pajamas in the land…until, of course, it’s time for Hot Pockets. I tell you this to illustrate...
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