This a guest post from Brinley and Lewis, my knee. I couldn't wash my hair this morning because Lewis wanted to be a rice crispy treat; snap, crackle, pop. But this isn't about me and Lewis. This is about Sammy. Sammy boo boo bear. Why did Kylee name him this? We shall never know, but I am sure you have noticed the resemblence to the name Honey boo boo. Perhaps they shared their first kiss while watching this show. Now back to me. No one understands my humor while playing apples to apples. Protective? I say mucous membrane. They pick panda. Creative? Al gore. They pick a calendar. So then I try to pick the stupidest card to go with word. Still no success. Either I am less witty then I think, or I need more witty friends. One my thing I do need is my own room. Once upon a time, my shared bedroom was considered a tiny bit messy. Now, the pile of stuff has gained its own name. Mount Kylee. This is no exaggeration. I would never consider exaggerating to make a story sound more int...