Hello. I don't like you people, but don't take it personally. I don't like anyone. When one has the misfortune to be named Miss Anne Thropy there's not much else one can do. Sorry.

Then there's my Uncle Nathan who goes by his first initial, "N". Yes, that makes him N. Thropy. He just mopes around watching everything fall apart. The weeds are rapidly taking over his front yard, which is just as well considering that he doesn't seem to be able to buy a lawnmower that will last any longer than a month.

I would feel sorry for him if I didn't detest him so much. And, again, it's nothing personal. I detest everyone equally.