To continue a tangent, my mother bought a Mercedes and regrets it everyday. The blasted thing costs a fortune to repair.
Moving along though, all I can say is poor Rosalyn. In yesterday’s strip, all she wanted to do was make popcorn, maybe have a nice evening together, and he ruined it. Man that brings me back to my babysitting days.
I still can’t believe my hubby hasn’t demanded bunk beds by now. I get punchy some nights.