My sister is coming Tuesday!
Every time the phone rings I'm afraid that she has some new trial to stop her coming. I like my brothers fine, but she is something.
Because I'm smart and she's pretty (and pounds pavement like a madwoman), I'm rolling change to buy us both walking shoes when she comes.
"She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, she'll be coming round the mountain when she comes ..."
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.