Sunday nights are sacred.
We Woog's reserve the evening for quiet reflection and contemplate the week ahead.
And the occasional snippy blow.
(except for tonight after I just got off the phone to Mr Woog who is skiing the slopes of Japan, asshole)
And we enjoy the weekly SMS from Kris the Greener Cleaner, reminding us to put out our dry-cleaning for collection, which comes in the form of electronic wisdom.
And the occasional snippy blow.
(except for tonight after I just got off the phone to Mr Woog who is skiing the slopes of Japan, asshole)
And we enjoy the weekly SMS from Kris the Greener Cleaner, reminding us to put out our dry-cleaning for collection, which comes in the form of electronic wisdom.
I am a great housekeeper. I get divorced.
I keep the house.
I like your thinking Zsa Zsa. Mr Woog you are warned xo.
