HNY

OK, yoga doofi downstairs. You can stop chanting now. It’s 12:25 a.m. Enough with the “NAH mah nee, mah nee … NAH mah nee, mah nee … NAH mah nee, mah nee …”
And I swear every once in a while I hear “Must kill, momMY … must kill, momMY …”
HNY!
I’m glad I didn’t make a resolution to stop hating them.