Why did you break?
What did I do?
I left yesterday at 8:30 a.m. you were fine.
I go downstairs to make coffee and hear a CRASH.
And you were gone.
And all the stuff you had on you is on the floor.
WHY? WHY? WHY?
Now I have a ghetto desk.
(note to self. Friday evening, when you head out to buy a new computer desk, no glass top. Really.)
2 comments:
Eric, Hand to God....that is the funniest thing I've read in a long long time!!! jen
Eric, Hand to God....that is the funniest thing I've read in a long long time(and oh so true)!! jen
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