Husband is dead, kids are grown, what's next for our potty mouthed heroine?
Nummy is the ultimate batsh*t word.
Pop wants know how your yummy, tasty and scrumptious figs are fairing.
Your selfish granddaughter snatched the last two off the tree and ate them without sharing.All things will be made equal come Christmas.
My most hated word (which I hear too often at work) is Synergy. It makes you sound pompous, IMO.PS - Susan has convinced me that I must have a fig tree.
When some jackass says num-num it ruins my meal.
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