Some people leave trails of bread crumbs. Everywhere in the house he goes, Husband leaves trails of dimes--sometimes nickels or pennies, rarely quarters--but mostly dimes.
Darn. Wish they were hundred-dollar bills.
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1 comment:
Make the hole in his pockets bigger!
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