Liz Sells Dresses

Sir Mrs. Cougar, two people who lived a gathering time of the morning to breakfast table was set. The morning paper is on the table. Katie is off in the kitchen and, hey, wait a minute, there's a sign pinned to the kitchen door.

It says, Katie, please don't make any noise. Say, what's going on around here? There goes Liz Cougar, chip towing into the kitchen. Katie, please, didn't you see the sign? Yes, Mrs. Cougar. Why are you making so much noise?

It's not me Mrs. Coogast, it's the bacon. I told it to be quiet, but just lie there in the skillet. Mrs. That will turn the fire off. I don't want Mr. Coogast to wake up until it's so late he has to rush to work.

This is the morning he's supposed to look over my checkbook. I figured it was when I saw it today. Marked on the calendar with a scot. There blew me sun, the isn't it, Mrs. Coogast?

It's worse. If George wakes up, today will be sickening Saturday. Oh, how did he act on the month when you're not overdrawn? I don't know, I never had one. I had the same trouble, but my first husband, Karen, had a wonderful system.

He wrote all the checks he wanted and was never overdrawn. Really, how did he manage that? He didn't have an account of what he's doing. Oh, got it, he's awful darn it. Never mind that they get an age, Katie.

As the George looked at my original dick, Hey, Katie. That's a George look at my arrangement. Take all the unwanted black coffee and elka-seltzer. Yes, ma'am. Here he comes. Wish me luck, Katie. Good morning, George Darling.