That crappy song is running through your head now, isn’t it? It’s not? Wait, you don’t even know what song I’m referencing? Really? You were spared that Peaches & Herb schmaltz? It’s cause you’re young, right? Well, lucky you, my friend!! Not me. I would be sitting in the doctor’s or dentist’s office stuck listening to that noxious mess. And what was I going to do about it? Nothing. I was a little kid. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was a prisoner. Forced to listen to it while impatiently waiting my turn for my appointment. And Peaches? And Herb? Really? What are the chances the two of you got hooked up together with names like that? No, you used those names because you thought they sounded cute together, right? RIGHT????? No, I will NOT google you to get the facts. No, I do NOT sound invested enough in this to warrant a google search on it. Wait, why am I going off on this crazy tangent anyway? It’s because I’ve launched that awful song on perma-loop inside my own head now, and I have nobody to blame but myself. So I’m lashing out. I was trying to talk about the fact that we have our puppy back now!!! GEEZ!!! Anyway, we got back from 10 days away from our canine daughter/sister, and we have all been taking our turns giving her hugs and kisses. We’ve even relented and accepted one or 10 backpack hugs. What? I’ll make her stop tomorrow. Monday at the absolute latest!