No, duh.

I hate it when people take it upon themselves to tell me something about my appearance that there is no way I could Not have noticed.
"You're socks don't match" - Green and purple are pretty much the same color anyway.
"Wow, bumpits poof" - actually, my head is just shaped like that.
"You have a back scratcher through your hair" - What tha! How did THAT get there!
Talk about stating the obvious. If you would like to make a statement about my weird apparel, do it, don't just inform me of it's existence.
And yes, I do have a back scratcher stuck through the middle of my head. Its kind of hard to get through doorways, but I find that it relieves stress. Besides freaking out the workmen who are putting in our new windows.
By the way, these windows are magical. Mom keeps referring to "When the windows get put in" as if it was some sort of glorious event after which our lives will visibly improve and under each one we will find what we all most desire. I hope mine gives me a pony, or a miniature donkey. I'm pretty sure that these windows were found at the end of a rainbow.