Shouted into the house by my six-year-old, from the garage:
“Can somebody get me some scissors? Something strong enough to cut tires with?”
Related posts:
Boxing, rock, and laundry in the burb nest.
Shouted into the house by my six-year-old, from the garage:
“Can somebody get me some scissors? Something strong enough to cut tires with?”
Related posts:
Previous post: runner Lisa vs. bad Lisa
Next post: How Lucky Numbers Get Changed