We do, actually.
We find ourselves wondering what one might say to an Aunt Mildred or a Cousin Gertrude who shows up to Thanksgiving dinner with this clusterfrak of turkey-esque ribbon tangle in her up-do? You know she put it on thinking “I’m so fun!” and you don’t want to bust up her illusions but everytime you look over that ribbony turkey keeps making googley eye contact with you until you can’t resist it anymore and you bitch slap that thing off her head and straight into the fireplace.
There is only one thing you CAN say at a time like that. With a big smile and wide innocent eyes, you sweetly whisper
And you take a picture of the burning barrette and you send it to The Deciders, ’cause we love the holidays too.