Hear me Roar
“Feed me,” said Katy Perry’s tummy. In what looks like an attempt to hasten food service, Katy Perry walks over to the dinner table, bent backward with her face facing skyward. Should we call the manager or the exorcist? You’d better call on both and then say grace. She hasn’t even had anything to drink yet.
Are there any specific instances you have felt like doing the spider walk? When have you prepared dinner or after unpacking stuff from the grocery store? There’s always a stash of red wine nearby, so we can enjoy some me-time while the kids play about. We’ll even hand them a cookie if they promise not to tell Daddy.
