Marty Moose is in a timeout. He has goosed Alex one too many times in the bathtub. Marty camouflages himself real good in the bathmat, she leans forward, and BAM!
I'm an epicure, in case you're into enneagrams. I couldn't live without an hour of sunshine each day, I'm afraid of the cotton that is shoved into the tops of vitamin bottles, nails on a chalk board don't bother me though. I love the ocean, but I get sea sick on a boogie board.
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