Well, it didn't work. The hunger strike, I mean. Mostly because...well, Miss Creative's sister roasted this chicken last night...and...well...
So here I am, stuffed into an automobile with four human beings, six suitcases, five large chocolate cakes (I can't imagine what THOSE are for), AND A LARGE DOG COVERED WITH CURLS. And we are traveling at sixty miles an hour.
Maybe in my NEXT life I will find out why we are doing this...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Oh, Bessie, I am quite certain that you will forgive the trip when you taste that chocolate wedding cake! MMMMM! Have a few nibbles for me, please!
ReplyDelete