Yes it is. Now I can be me again. And not some sixteen year old geek girl.
I can go talk to Aunt Hottie if you ever want or need me to. I mean, it's not like you'd have to twist my arm to do that or anything. Have Karen help you to sabotage the oven first, ok?
Or don't, because I'm only joking. I fully respect that you want to keep looking out for the little guy and doing the neighborhood watch thing. It's a noble endeavor, kiddo. Keep up the good work.