Bob caught me scratching the arm of the lounger chair when he came home and hollered at me and said I know better. I looked over my shoulder at him and I knew he was right so I had to think of something cute to do real fast so he wouldn't stay mad at me. Then I thought of the perfect thing. I turned around and kissed the chair where I had been scratching it.
February 13, 2008
Posted by Frostin at 4:48 PM