I walk in the door this week, and I find paper airplanes stuck in the strangest places. Here, and in the curtains, and stuck on a ledge.
I'm too tired to care.
"Patric, what's up with the paper airplanes?"
"What paper airplanes?"
"Never mind."
1 comment:
I just let out a HUGE sigh of relief. I was beginning to fear that the gator had got one of ya! Glad to see a post, Stubers, I was thinking about you!
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