I am not a Samantha Bee fan. I didn’t have any intention of reading her book, I Know I Am But What Are You. TW picked it up from the “just back” shelf. I rolled my eyes. I rolled my eyes as she read it, too. Even though she was laughing out loud – over and over again. I don’t remember exactly what it was that caused me to change my mind – but something TW said, about one of the stories. I don’t think it was the stolen stockpot – I think it was after that. Whatever it was, it swayed me. I read it. It was funny. I like Samantha Bee a little bit now. But just a little.