“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.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.