Basically Ebbie, it means we don't want to hear from you. You're stuck up there in the 49th state, buried under 54 feet of snow and 23 hours of daylight and you keep plaguing us with the twaffle and twaddle of the minutiae that comprises the entirety of your pitiable life. When you sent out that thing, Ode to a Crack in my Floor, we all knew you were three notes shy of a chord. The thaw will come soon Ebbie and when it does, there will be a couple of nice young men dressed all in white knocking on your door with a fashionable jacket with extra long sleeves for you to wear. Go with them and they'll take you to a nice place where you can have a little tray of colored sand and a tiny rake to play with all day long. So just sit back and relax and think of how much fun you'll be having after they arrive.

Spaw