This whole story about the idiot in Shelbyville, Tennessee who sent back her adopted son to Russia reminds me of two things:
1) Jerry, an attorney I used to work for used to do a cheer, no really he did. “Shelbyville, Shelbyville, You are it. S-H for Shelbyville, I-T for it. S-H-I-T — Shelbyville.”
2) When I was born and brought home I had to share a room with my brother. After a couple of nights of me crying he announced “TAKE HER BACK.” I’m glad they didn’t.
I think I should go back to bed until I can get both eyes open.