Oh boy! We missed the opportunity to meet Grammy Montahue.
It depends on whether or not Grammy makes good chowder.
No, it’s the location of a WMD.
Yesterday the delivery man was shocked when I opened the door to take the package. He was just coming up the steps. He asked how I knew he was there. I have sensors and cameras everywhere. Monty isn’t even close to true paranoia. Porch Pirates beware!
Corn chowder sounds pretty good for this afternoon…
Good thing she’s gone. Grammys look terrible in ninja stars.
aw, that was nice, but you really need to get Grammy a cell phone so she can call ahead.
I suppose there remains some question whether Monty is all that fond of Grammy and her corn chowder. But, mostly, all the SWAT gear seems to have been unnecessary….