Because I can’t find the car keys underneath three different phone cords, a battery charger, a package of wipes and a week’s worth of unopened mail.
I’ve got cereal, sugar, canned beans, chili, pasta sauce, peanut butter, and a four-year-old who would fit nicely between two slices of whole grain bread.
My predictable little SuperMutt.
I cooked and they ate and a swarm of pigs flew over the house.
You like apples? How about you wash these apples.
The view while eating a bowl of Lucky Charms for dinner.