They've even been to Portland, whacking errant uses of the possessive and correcting the too-frequent misspelling of "nonpareil" (a thoroughly nasty candy in its own right). And I didn't even know they were here! I could've given them an eyeful at WinCo, I'm sure.
Well, that does it. Someone else has taken my calling (and, er, my mom's, and I suspect my sister's and Helena's as well). I guess I might as well just retire to the front porch with a twelve-pack of PBR and consider myself washed up.