Yes, those are his words, verbatim.
So I got busy doing my stuff, getting ready, doing some laundry, checking facebook and email, typical morning routine, while Daddy was shut away in the office.
The feet were pounding a dent in the floor next to the arm of the couch, where I was upended and unceremoniously dumped and some tears were spilling as he lit my bottom hole up! Since the sausages were just about cooked all the way at this point, these leaks of excess fat were not as critical of a loss as if they were to happen when the sausage was mostly raw and that fat is needed during cooking process.
So, he built a wooden box that went around the power plug in with a padlock on it.
Note: If you are looking for the metric version of this web page,.
I got back into the car without a word and kept driving.