Our house has been over run by women who are presently engaged in some sort of primative bonding ritual which appears to involve soaking their feet in water and then coating them with foul, unnatural smelling substances.
This is how Treva decided to spend her birthday. Meh. I don’t get it.
So. Glad. I’m. A. Man.
Haha. LOL. They’re having fun. I’m hiding in the office. All is truely right with the world.