Not a VIP
I just today realized that you had to pay admission to the art museum after years of my father telling me to walk right in and avoid the people in the uniforms.
I just today realized that you had to pay admission to the art museum after years of my father telling me to walk right in and avoid the people in the uniforms.
As I slowly walked around, sipping my wine, and admiting the paintings, I discovered my husband in the corner of the gallery - watching 101 Dalmatians on a small TV.
My grandmother never asked me to go back to Sunday School after I was told to color a picture of Jesus, while going through a 'draw handlebar moustaches and pitchforks on everything' phase.