Didn’t Mean to Ruin Dinner
I have to tell you a funny story.
Tonight, while eating out at a restaurant, a pesky fly kept buzzing in front of my face. He landed on the ketchup bottle and was so close that I took a swing at him with my napkin. I killed that sucker, dead as a doorknob. Only thing bad about that dead fly was that my swing pitched him right into my husbands plate. He landed right in the gravy on my husbands mashed potatoes. Ooops!
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