Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Bet you thought I forgot the humor for today? Nope, just had my yearly checkup (I hate giving blood!) and a bunch of other stuff come up this morning. Here is something for you:

THIS SHOULD END ALL 3 BEARS STORIES

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he looks
into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?!!", he
squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into
his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!,"
he roars.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and
yells, "For crying out loud! how many times do we have to go through this
with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away, it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the d.mn table, it was Momma Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-a$$es downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more time.

"I HAVEN'T MADE THE D.MN PORRIDGE YET !!