Note to Sara and Brian: Are you TRYING to kill me?

Um, let me get my bearings for a second. I am trying desperately not to to LICK the screen. Let's just say I'm DROOLING. Let's just say my mouth runneth OVER.

Apparently, it's not SAFE to tread the unruly waters that is flickr, because as I so INNOCENTLY checked in on my friends' current updates, I came upon THIS and it was like a SUCKER PUNCH TO THE HEART. This, my friends, is my new pal Luke. Not to be confused with my brother (and old pal, as in nearly 8 years old) Luke. New pal Luke is the product of my two older pals Sara and Brian, who took this picture, who have not given me PERMISSION to post said picture (which will now be called HAPPINESS is a PAIR OF GUMS), and have every right to tell me to take down HAPPINESS is a PAIR of GUMS (trademark pending). But I could not resist. Where is my fainting couch when I need it? Where is MY teething RING?

I mean, how FRIGGN' CUTE is that? Can you see the amazingness that is the gum to tongue ratio? What are the mathematics of that? I am literally PARALYZED (except for my one index finger that is typing away this message) by the adorableness that is this picture. If anyone doesn't look at this picture and just say something along the lines of WHEEEEEEEEEEE or YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY, they don't have a heart.

Oy. I say, oy.

It's a good thing I live 3000 miles away. I might just have to HEAD OVER to chez Pitre, you know, and EAT their child. Yep, probably it's for the best.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to step away from the ledge. I somehow am filled with happiness and hope. I think I can go on. I think somehow life is worth living. Luke I raise my not-as-cute-as-your-fist fist and say YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

ps I highly recommend clicking on the picture for the ULTIMATE experience.