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My uncle Jim is coming to visit! Hooray! My lovely uncle Jim! He is so swell! We all just love him so much! And he obviously loves us too, and how I can tell is he called to say he wanted to come visit, and he just wouldn't do that if he didn't TOTALLY LOVE US. I wish he would come live here. Then when we started to get sad because we were all Jim-deprived, we could call him up on the phone and be like WE MISS YOU SO MUCH AND WE ARE COMING OVER RIGHT NOW.

... That might be nicer for us than it would be for Jim.

You know what's nice about Jim? He's not afraid to talk about his feelings. Robyn and Jim talk about feelings all the time. She tells him it's okay to cry, and he drinks large gulps of beer so he can tolerate her presence. It's really special.

And you know what else is nice about Jim? He likes Buffy the Vampire Slayer too. He knows that Buffy talks to him. He says that when Buffy stakes a vampire, she gets a certain look in her eye, and he knows that she's thinking, That one's for you, Jim.

And another nice thing about Jim? He listens attentively to my advice regarding kitchen cabinets, and he gives me really good advice in return, like how I should join the French Foreign Legion and give him all my wages. And he tells us really exciting stories about running races and about the wild 'n' wacky world of public defense.

And when we were little, he used to let us put flowers in his hair and silly hats on his head even though it was apparent to everyone that his genuine preference would be to remain flowerless and hatless. And um, you know, he still lets us do that. Though his preference on the matter hasn't changed since we were small.

Ah. Jim.