she said. "You have a cold, provoked and aggravated by the dust from cleaning that old closet. Four years of dust and a cold, tsk tsk. So why, why are you going to have icecream? Dairy is a poor choice for the running nosed."
I don't care. I have no restraint, no self-control. Pass the sprinkles.
Posted by samantha at July 18, 2004 12:43 AM