Last week before accompanying my husband to the doctor, I swatted a fly on my forehead. Went to the doc, talked to people, came home hours later and looked in the mirror. Half a dead fly was blazingly obvious near my hairline. AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING. Wherever that fly’s spirit went, it had a hearty laugh.
Last week before accompanying my husband to the doctor, I swatted a fly on my forehead. Went to the doc, talked to people, came home hours later and looked in the mirror. Half a dead fly was blazingly obvious near my hairline. AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING. Wherever that fly’s spirit went, it had a hearty laugh.