As sure as the stars shine in the heavens,
As sure as the pope is Catholic,
My children will leave a disgusting crumby butter knife precariously perched on a disgusting crumby bowl of butter, for me to clean up as I curse the dawn and the stars and the pope.
2 comments:
It happens!
i've witnessed this scene more times than i can count. (at your house, not mine. haha)
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