and now it’s the 28th.
But whose gonna put the stuff away?
It’s the 27th.
It’s the 27th. Come on over here.
I used to adore Wheaties. Once I got older, my stomach couldn’t take it. No, it’s not the milk, it’s the Wheaties…and Wheat Chex.
Yuck. Now I don’t want any Fig Newtons….
We took care of my MIL until the dementia made her forget how to breathe. I hate that s#!+.
…and Mom is still going to have to clean up the mess. Should’a got the pizza.
I miss our daily paper.