Don’t Trust That Toilet Drinking Dog

Mr. Right and I argued earlier that day about why he put the doorknob to our closet on backwards. This somehow led to a disagreement as to how many shoes I own. He insisted there were at least 100 pairs in the closet, while I said he vastly exaggerated. As he left for the local hardware store for yet another carbide-tipped tool and, in hindsight, with a smug look of satisfaction on his face, I ...