"It's officially a conspiracy," Hart informed Matthews, as they'd
finished her laundry and were heading back up the street. "The fitted sheet
is impossible to fold using any methods known to man."
"Sure Hart – the sheet companies make unfoldable sheets to promote frustration and disorder amongst the masses."
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"Alright – no more National Enquirer for you!"
Under Mrs. Katsopolis' grinning looks, they walked back up the porch and back into the house. "How 'bout some lunch, Hart?" he called as Grace retreated to her room, dumping the clean laundry in a heap on the floor. Eyeing the microwave dinner boxes, he gulped and called out,"How 'bout we order in?"
"Oh sure, you've got you choice of Chang's or Norma's. Chang makes burgers and Norma makes chinese food – it's your pick."
"Anything certified by the Health Dept.?"
"I wouldn't count on it," Hart admitted, rejoining him in the kitchen.
"To insure our safety – how 'bout we head to my place? There's a good pizza joint that delivers over there – minus the food poisoning."
"I dunno...is the delivery boy cute? 'Cause if you're just tryin' to finish what we started last night, then I might have to run off with him."
"I think I'm safe for now – unless you've got a passion for pimple faced, bleach blond delivery boys with braces."
"Look who's talkin' – I've seen your high school pictures."
"I never bleached my hair! Only the pure, natural ingredients for this babies," he defended, smoothing his hair back.
"Right Matthews, since when do perms qualify as natural?"
"That was not a perm! It was the humidity!"
"C'mon, let's go," Gracie relented, rolling her eyes and pulling him towards the door.
"It was! When it's humid I get ringlets!"
"Will you shut up?" Hart laughed, pulling him into a kiss. He pulled her closer, and returned the kiss until they had to come up for air. "Mmm..." Gracie mused, a content smile on her face.
"I'm that good, huh?"
"Sorry Matthews, I was just thinking about a large piece of pizza – I really am hungry."
"Thanks Hart, you do wonders for my self esteem."
"A girl does what she can," she smirked and locked the door behind her. They made it to his car before Mrs. Katsopolis' head peaked out of the window once more.
"He's good looking with a nice car! Ride it for all it's worth Gracie!" she called. Gracie shook her head in humiliation.
"You know what they say - can't argue with good advice," Matthews whispered in her ear. She rolled her eyes and climbed into the car.
"Let's go Mr. Wisdom."
"So eager for a ride are we?"
"Don't start with me Matthews – the delivery boy is sounding better and better."
"Sure Hart – the sheet companies make unfoldable sheets to promote frustration and disorder amongst the masses."
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"Alright – no more National Enquirer for you!"
Under Mrs. Katsopolis' grinning looks, they walked back up the porch and back into the house. "How 'bout some lunch, Hart?" he called as Grace retreated to her room, dumping the clean laundry in a heap on the floor. Eyeing the microwave dinner boxes, he gulped and called out,"How 'bout we order in?"
"Oh sure, you've got you choice of Chang's or Norma's. Chang makes burgers and Norma makes chinese food – it's your pick."
"Anything certified by the Health Dept.?"
"I wouldn't count on it," Hart admitted, rejoining him in the kitchen.
"To insure our safety – how 'bout we head to my place? There's a good pizza joint that delivers over there – minus the food poisoning."
"I dunno...is the delivery boy cute? 'Cause if you're just tryin' to finish what we started last night, then I might have to run off with him."
"I think I'm safe for now – unless you've got a passion for pimple faced, bleach blond delivery boys with braces."
"Look who's talkin' – I've seen your high school pictures."
"I never bleached my hair! Only the pure, natural ingredients for this babies," he defended, smoothing his hair back.
"Right Matthews, since when do perms qualify as natural?"
"That was not a perm! It was the humidity!"
"C'mon, let's go," Gracie relented, rolling her eyes and pulling him towards the door.
"It was! When it's humid I get ringlets!"
"Will you shut up?" Hart laughed, pulling him into a kiss. He pulled her closer, and returned the kiss until they had to come up for air. "Mmm..." Gracie mused, a content smile on her face.
"I'm that good, huh?"
"Sorry Matthews, I was just thinking about a large piece of pizza – I really am hungry."
"Thanks Hart, you do wonders for my self esteem."
"A girl does what she can," she smirked and locked the door behind her. They made it to his car before Mrs. Katsopolis' head peaked out of the window once more.
"He's good looking with a nice car! Ride it for all it's worth Gracie!" she called. Gracie shook her head in humiliation.
"You know what they say - can't argue with good advice," Matthews whispered in her ear. She rolled her eyes and climbed into the car.
"Let's go Mr. Wisdom."
"So eager for a ride are we?"
"Don't start with me Matthews – the delivery boy is sounding better and better."