Aren’t we all full of potential?
My mother-in-law used the same trick when she wanted my father-in-law to do something.
That’s what babies do, and the adult lives revolve around that.
I don’t think we wrote essays until grade 7.
Adam should be doing the laundry to give his wife more time to write.
My dog Clio likes to lay in the hot sun, then come inside and flop onto the cool kitchen floor.
Mine run out of gas after a few minutes.
My idea of heaven is being reunited with all my former pets.
Sounds like my cat….
I thought those balls were pumpkins.
Aren’t we all full of potential?