Oh Jo Ann, I don't know what to say about the money, or the former Cheeto In Chief --good name by the way.

But here's a suggestion. Leave the country, come on over to France and join me in slaughtering the language of Moliere. Honestly it will make you laugh until you cry. I cry a lot. But I also laugh hysterically at the bizarre and sexist rules.

At the risk of being taken to task for self-promotion, here's the title of a recent story on the subject:

Why Is It Mrs. Mouth & Mr. Nose?

Good question, huh? Are you laughing yet?