You know how they say the early bird catches the worm, well in my neighborhood, there must be slim pickings worm-wise, because there are some feathered friends out there who must think they’re roosters and get up at the freaking crack of dawn. Today it was 5:30. And guess who, besides the worm community, they also woke up? NOT HAPPY. In fact, REALLY PISSED. I thought maybe I could cruise my phone for news and then go back to sleep (As if, but actually sometimes I can do this). And then I read this statement made by parents Anthony Maslin and Marite Norris, who just lost their three kids and Norris’ dad, on that Malaysian plane that was just shot down (as opposed to the one that apparently disappeared into thin air), and suddenly, I felt abso-FUCKING-lutely lucky to be awake at 5:30 with my kids safely sleeping in their pig sty rooms, that I almost went outside and chirped with those stereophonic chickadees. Here’s what they wrote (my deepest love and prayers, for healing go out to them, along with the utmost respect for this statement ):