We stand on the floor-level hearth and enjoy basking in the warmth. When our front sides get sufficiently toasty, we turn around and toast our other sides.
We stand on the floor-level hearth and enjoy basking in the warmth. When our front sides get sufficiently toasty, we turn around and toast our other sides.
Perhaps success rests in making certain the humor is strongly grounded in human foible and common experience.
Connie gets slapped — literally.