She’s just like a squirrel…
I’ve talked about her many times… the uncomfortable conversations about adultery (hers not mine), waxing practices and intestinal issues…
If it’s not the whispering across the hall… it’s the MUNCHING noises from across this very small room they call my ‘office’. She eats all the time.
If it’s not the whispering across the hall… it’s the MUNCHING noises from across this very small room they call my ‘office’. She eats all the time.
munching… whispers… munching… whispers… munching… whispers…munching
Maybe SHD and I shouldn’t have finished both of the celebratory bottles of champagne last night… all my car business made me skip dinner.
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