“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.
She woke in the morning. She knew that her life had passed her by. And she called out a warning, “Dont ever let life pass you by.”