Love in is the air and its clogging the heater vents with unwanted heart glitter confetti stuff. Oh happy happy joy joy, lets find the rubber gloves and cavity search someone...
Again it is time to run from the bathtub looking for a towel when the phone rings. That annoying ring that is probably just some recording trying to get you to buy a new super duper handy dandy whatcha-ma-call-it. As I spy from the tree outside the window I wonder if they have a devise of some kind that 'knows' you are in the shower and if so, Where can I find this gizmo?
I know what you did last Tuesday... freaky isn't it? You were there; on you bed in your well-lighted room, thinking about the strange 'bionking' sound I made at school. Scared to turn out the light because you saw the movie "Critters" way to many times. You clutch your pillow in terror when your door cracks open letting in a gush of cold air. "BOO" I scream. You jump so high you knock yourself unconscious on your ceiling. I drag your still breathing body to the living room, leaving you on the couch. I stick the remote in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniel�s in the other. I tip toe away snickering as my cleverness. I look back at you laughing quietly to myself when� BONK I run into a wall� I know what you did last Tuesday... do you?
