That purse looks like a great QATch-all.
Speaking as a former barista, I hope they have some vanilla extract and sugar, or even vanilla syrup, else the whipped cream will taste flat. BTW, freezing to death in an antique VW bug is not romantic. However, freezing to death in a luxury car IS!
What’s so Canadian? Snow in NOV, or no whipped cream?(I’ve got 3 cans in the fridge. Drive out here to the West Coast and Ill give you one.)
If Sam’s parents were smoking weed, they would have just laughed and hung up the phone. Maybe they’ve switched to crack? Or maybe all the way over the edge to Starbucks’ “caffeine-enhanced” triple espressos. (Triple tall breve toffee-nut lattes are so gooooodddd…)
The overlapping doorknob conundrum is easily solved without destruction, but the analytical left-brain must be employed. Sorry Roy.
Probably all dried onto his butt now.
Since the qat has handicapped himself by wearing shoes, I’m betting that the mousie will dazzle him with footwork.
Yo Hubbs, time to move to N. Dakota and BUY a roomier house, and be done with that half-size joint you’re renting from Sam.
Sorry Bea, but NOBODY refers to their own baby as “IT”. Nobody.
Baby has the blues, and Hubbs is about to assert himself. Let her have it, guys!