“Forget sugar and spice, based on the contents of our vacuum I am convinced you are made entirely out of glitter.”
— the Mister, after vacuuming out the car.
And baking. And sunsets. And puppies.
“Forget sugar and spice, based on the contents of our vacuum I am convinced you are made entirely out of glitter.”
— the Mister, after vacuuming out the car.
What’s the point of wearing your favorite rocketship underpants if nobody ever asks to see ’em?