I'm sorry to admit this to you Mom and Dad (I know this disappoints you), but as you can see, my sorry demented self feels it must be tethered and leashed at least three different ways in order that I may UNCAGE MY SOUL.
I blame my neuroses on you for the way you raised me, but it's OK...I'm getting over it, slowly.
(now I'm emotionally prepared to wish you a belated...)
...MERRY CHRISTMAS!