Sometimes on Saturday, after a short bout with the runs and a tummy ache that threatened our ability to sleep as soundly as a sedated possum like we usually do, we like to celebrate our full recovery with a short cheerleading routine, wearing our favorite cheerleading hat, regardless of the fact that the team we’re cheering for has gone straight into the crapper.
Gimme an L! Gimme an O! Gimme an S! Gimme an E! What’s that spell?