Which Reminds Me

Yes, it does seem odd that I would be getting all of these emails from cultic whacko Rhonda, a mere acquaintance wherein I would not be able to recognize any depth of knowledge on these matters. You were perhaps expecting me to burst forth singing that song, "Help Me, Rhonda," but then I imagine that I would have to vomit they lyrics somehow, and that would not work for me anyway, that would be so unpleasant, besides which it would seem so rude for me to unnecessarily offer unwarranted commentary on someone else's divorce nightmare when anyway that wasn't my problem.