Open the door, and a new world will dazzle your eyes. Or just show you your closet it's all in your mind's eye.
So long kids. Mommy's got a lot of work to do. And by work I mean some quaaludes and the mailman.
Although the resemblance was uncanny... The milkman never said a word to Mrs. Johnsons baby.
Which one of you morons forgot to jiggle the handle?
Call it what you want: School time, 8am, gin-o'clock; Jill loved this time of day!