Okay, I'll be honest.
I drool. A lot.
It's like this ridiculous faucet that I cannot turn off.
I realize it can be frustrating.
Nearly all my pictures have, well, areas of dampness.
I go through eleventy shirts a day and twice as many bibs, all in a futile attempt to keep dry.
It's not that I judge my mom for feeling desperate - I know she's trying hard to keep me dry. She doesn't want me to have stinky-rashy-nasty neck. And don't get me wrong, I applaud her creativity. But for the love of Hank...
...is this the best she could do?
I'm so embarrassed I begged her to conceal my identity.