the box of flies
the never-ending mad tea-party with my imaginary friends Michael, Ted, and Henry
the never-ending mad tea-party with my imaginary friends Michael, Ted, and Henry
Me [trying to cook when my nail polish hasn’t dried yet]
Michael: Why are you holding your fingers like that?
Me: I just painted my nails.
Michael: NAIL POLISH ALERT!!!
Ted [from the other room]: I’m not even going there until it’s dry!
…
Later:
Ted [peeking around the corner]: May I come in now?