Last Tuesday, I was looking at Sara's new place when she mentioned how difficult it would be to get her bedding up the stairs. Being the know-it-all that I am, I immediately ration a method to move everything. As a result Tandy assumes I'm volunteering to help.
The day comes, I still can't think of a way out. Just before I give in and call Sara, my mother calls and reminds me that I promised dinner with her.
Sunday, October 4
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
oops. hate when that happens :)
Go MOM! By the way, thanks for bailing! =D My back hates you more than nudists hate 100% cotton briefs.
Post a Comment