How many times have I stood with the refrigerator door open, staring hopelessly, looking for the mayonnaise? Stupidly, I call to the person who isn’t looking in the refrigerator at the moment…
“Honey, where’s the mayo?”
How many times have I stood with the refrigerator door open, staring hopelessly, looking for the mayonnaise? Stupidly, I call to the person who isn’t looking in the refrigerator at the moment…
“Honey, where’s the mayo?”
