So in the cold light of morning, Monica rolled over, looked in the mirror and discovered that, yes, the little bit of clatter in the middle of the night was in fact Chet tumbling out of bed, slipping on his trousers and trundling out the bedroom door, never to be seen or heard from again... |
2 comments:
Before even reading your caption, I was going to say, "I'm not sure where Gladys ends and the flora begins."
Obviously, we're on the same page!
"Cammo!" lol
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