My kids will be standin' right by me and the question to them is: "What all would you like on your burger?"
This happened last night at Dairy Queen. AGAIN. Mustard all the way.
Do I have "mustard all the way" written on me somewhere?
So far I cain't find it. It's not obvious like, havin' my dress suck in my panty hose, or a bra strap hangin' out, so would somebody, pleeease, explain: HOW DO THEY KNOW THIS???
Keeep ona kacklin! It makes the wrinkles not look so bad!! =0D