What Ho!
In the grip of morning muddleheadness, you have forgotten that your bedroom is on the second floor.
With an acrobatic manuever worthy of what-his-name, that cove in Africa who lives with the chimps and whatnot, you twist in midair and grab a nearby rose trellis with aplomb.
The trellis creaks dramatically, while you gracefully swing your legs to and fro for balance.
From within, you hear the voice of the MacGillicuddy bellowing.
"Petey, ya looney, get your lousy bum back in here right now!"
You consider these ladylike words and
With an acrobatic manuever worthy of what-his-name, that cove in Africa who lives with the chimps and whatnot, you twist in midair and grab a nearby rose trellis with aplomb.
The trellis creaks dramatically, while you gracefully swing your legs to and fro for balance.
From within, you hear the voice of the MacGillicuddy bellowing.
"Petey, ya looney, get your lousy bum back in here right now!"
You consider these ladylike words and