Terribly Sorry.

Recently, on Facebook, I suggested that maybe this whole Don’t Call it Frisco thing is a bit antiquated. I mean the whole thing started with Herb Caen’s book Don’t Call it Frisco, which was published in 1953 and was inspired by something a local judge said in 1918. 1918! Isn’t it time to let it go? Apparently not. My husband, and other native San Franciscans, are highly insulted. I understand insult. I’m from NH. Our State Flower looks like a vagina. That’s a lot to live down. So I would like to sincerely apologize to native San Franciscans who I have insulted by bringing this up. And because this is Slumber Party, I have done so by changing key words in this classic Rowan Atkinson and Hugh Laurie bit.  You’re welcome.