First, my cat dies and the Weedwacker works and the air is let out of my chef's hat and Popeye's bye-bye and a turban's AWOL.Now, I can't bring back Donna's Turbie Twist. She's fit to be tied.
I phoned my florist to brighten the day.
They're closed.
I called my florettes and got an arrangement of Broccoli Wokly.
Unfortunately -- and this makes me steam -- there is no "microwave in bag."
My luck, they leave out the prize.
