When Grandma Broke Bath Time
Grandma incurs my wrath when she ruins my bath.
Grandma incurs my wrath when she ruins my bath.
Grandma looked down with pity while describing the death of poor kitty.
Something has risen to fill the bleak silence. Jovial at first and almost enjoyable. But then it repeats. And repeats. And repeats. And repeats. And rep-
Despite the brilliant sunshine pouring in through the windows, the day is dark. The approaching spring mocks us with every budding flower and chirping bird.