A Word to the Department of Social Services

Hello, any social worker who stumbles across this page. I met with quite a few of you guys during the six months it took to get my niece Caroline out of foster care and into my custody. This is a disclaimer that all information on this site is strictly satirical. For instance, in no way do I ever have a less than museum quality clean home. I’ve never locked us out of the house or drank too much wine or used a maxipad in place of a diaper one time when we ran out. I’ve never lost Caroline in a Disney World playground or taken her on a boating trip in the Gulf of Mexico and gotten us stranded on a sandbar. These are jokes. Also, someone has stolen all my information. This isn’t even me typing this. I’m a victim of identity fraud. I know right?? The internet is big… Move along.