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.
Which one of you morons forgot to jiggle the handle?
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.
Call it what you want: School time, 8am, gin-o'clock; Jill loved this time of day!