Sweat rolled down my neck and down my back.
I couldn’t believe that she was actually standing right in front of me.
The last time I was covered in vomit, it was my own, at least.
I discovered there was an underground railroad in my bathroom underneath my shower curtain.
Reluctant to investigate alone, I called out to my intrepid daughter.
To see if they had gotten groceries.
They had to rush home to feed the dog.
He was generally friendly, but very particular about mealtimes.
He had to eat all of his food separately and make sure it did NOT touch each other.
The worst is when a crispy tostito touches something that makes it soggy and totally kills the crunch!
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