When the title has the word “puhlease” in it, you know you’re in for a treat. You can’t help but read it with an exaggerated Valley Girl-esque lilt and an eye roll. It’s impossible.
So today, after not getting much sleep again last night and inwardly grouching about my knee and dealing with an upset stomach (thank you very much Papa John’s pizza which I have not had in decades and now I know why), I was pretty much a bear. Not the protective mama bear type, but more the “don’t get in my way or talk to me or look at me or breathe the wrong way” type. Wish you’d been here don’t you?