Time for the fig tree to end its vacation and move back into the house.
My nose! My nose! A bucket for my nose. It's either a cold coming on or the last gasp of ragweed.
I wonder if I'd clear off my desk if it wasn't all hiding behind monitors? They're shiny...
My nose! My nose! A bucket for my nose. It's either a cold coming on or the last gasp of ragweed.
I wonder if I'd clear off my desk if it wasn't all hiding behind monitors? They're shiny...