In my corner
The stench of microwaved brussel sprouts was floating through the air this evening so I told Aline she should bake a cake to freshen the atmosphere. The following conversation ensued: Aline: You’ll have to buy me a new cake pan. Steve: Hazel, should we take some money out of your …
Ever wondered what would happen if poor Rapunzel was hard of hearing? It sure ain’t her hair that she starts tossing out the window . . .