If you haven't figured it out yet, I have the sense of humor of a 10-year-old. So, because I'm having a not-so-great week, and people across the flist are nauseous, dealing with insensitive people, and otherwise trying to handle the vagaries of adult life, I bring you (or maybe just myself) a lolcat, Booth-style.
Yes, Booth. But only if I can lick it off your chest. (Sorry for that bit of authorial intrusion.)