I leave you two alone with my blog for five minutes, and this is what happens. Why did I give you my password anyway? —Bill
Because if you didn’t, all of your posts would be incomprehensible labyrinths of run-on sentences and typos. —LH
Fine, but I do not have a furret face! —Bill
That’s what you take offense to in all of this? —LH
So does this mean you admit you’d make a good maid?
— Bebe
Speaking from experience, yes, he does. —LH
What?! How on Earth would you know, Lanette?! —Bill