Above is an image of what I have named the Propaganda Dolls. They're from a Russian kids program that tells everyone that Stalin was brilliant, and that they ought to over throw the West and rule in the old Party Way of Blood and Show Trials, or so I understand it. They're from S, who is too cool for school. She's probably at school right now because she's, like, ten, and has youth, whereas mine is now Officially Gone. Note the capitals.
Anyhow, last year I did a thing where everyone came and told me the good things in their day, as opposed to just wishing me a happy birthday. Same deal: tell me good things. Share the love.