“Honey, I handed you the world’s worst ad, stomped up and down, and screamed at you. Shouldn’t you be pushing 98 degrees?” I still wasn’t getting it. “Hot?” She paused. “Angry with me? Aren’t you ticked off? Pissed? Something?” She… — Rae Davies Copy Share Image
“How about a margarita on the rocks, hold the lime juice?” I greeted her. She laughed. “So you’re having a tequila kind of day,… — Rae Davies Copy Share Image
“Honey, I handed you the world’s worst ad, stomped up and down, and screamed at you. Shouldn’t you be pushing 98 degrees?” I still… — Rae Davies Copy Share Image
