Last night I went out with PTS (who I guess is no longer a PTS...more of a TS, but we'll still call him PTS because, well, I like it), and this morning I received this email:
How is that you, a woman, slept over and got up before me, a man, yet when I awoke, there was no breakfast made and my clothes for the day were not laid out freshly pressed?
Posted by TheTrixie at 10:22 AM