When I was a kid (back in the ’60s), I used to read the Sunday comics while lying on the kitchen floor (linoleum, of course) and drinking pink grapefruit juice. My mother had to step over me as she puttered in the kitchen.
When I was a kid (back in the ’60s), I used to read the Sunday comics while lying on the kitchen floor (linoleum, of course) and drinking pink grapefruit juice. My mother had to step over me as she puttered in the kitchen.