Saturday’s mailbox dive produced a very nice personal from a very nice editor to send more.
Singing in shower resulted in pounding on door and the following from hubby: “Honey, do you have Julie Andrews in there?”
*cooks up devious payback* (Notice I said cooks. Muwhahahaha!)
Waxed floor + fuzzy socks = throbbing, crooked, plummy blue toe
(I think…maybe…I’m not making any promises here…uh…that I