You know that kind of tired, self-induced mild hysteria that makes you giggle uncontrollably? I don’t recommend it when you’re driving.

Up until today, I’d totally forgotten about Remembrance Day.

(Which, y’know, irony.)

So when the very somber commercial came on the radio in the car, declaring “We wear our poppies on our chest with pride,”, I didn’t immediately know what they were talking about and I swear to god  I heard, “We wear our PUPPIES on our chest with pride.”

Which…is totally disrespectful.  And painful, if you’re the puppy.  But makes a hysterical mental image.

(Sorry, puppies.  And war veterans.)

(I swear I’ll be less blasphemous by next week.)