I’m drafting a rather strongly-worded letter to a Mr. Higgins. All morning, I’ve been humming, “Just you wait, ‘enry ‘iggins, just you wait.”
(No, his name isn’t Henry.)
I am in need of a rainy, cozy night in with a big bowl of salty, buttery popcorn and a gooey chocolate cake and some old-fashioned movie musicals.