I'm pretty sure true bliss is lying on the floor of a heated gazebo on a cold sunny Friday listening to the Black Holes album by the Blue Stones and eating Kung Pao noodles out of a microwave envelope.
You can't beat that sort of a morning, actually.
But why are you lying on the floor?
Someone put the patio furniture away for the winter.
That was you, Bridget.
Well, I think we can get it back out. It's twenty degrees. Winter is clearly over.
You can't beat that sort of a morning, actually.
But why are you lying on the floor?
Someone put the patio furniture away for the winter.
That was you, Bridget.
Well, I think we can get it back out. It's twenty degrees. Winter is clearly over.