Honey, she whispered in her charcoal voice,
The dog ate another squirrel, there were guts on the porch. Someone cut the brake line of your Ford, and the IRS called, they want to know if that’s your real name. Something’s wrong with the TV, we can only get Nick at Nite, the babysitter has Trump bumper stickers on her Subaru, what do we do now? We have an ant infestation under the kitchen sink, the cat’s pregnant again, and I lost the MasterCard somewhere between the couch cushions and my ex-husband’s apartment (don’t ask). And your sister emailed me, says she’s not really your sister, she’ll explain later. The town manager dropped by, said we might technically be living above an Apache burial ground, the basement’s flooded and I think I smelled gas (can you check?), Oh, and your mother called.
My mother?
Ordinary Handsome 
Oh, priceless. Thank you.
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It’s all relative. 🙂
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Wow…now THAT’S having one of those days! 😉
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May we never have one. 🙂
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That was some whisper…Awesome!
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Thank you. No matter how bad the day is, it could be much worse. 🙂
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He definitely lives above the Apache burial ground. He’s cursed. 🙂
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Definitely cursed. 🙂
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Lmao. Precious
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🙂
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