Well, I may well be grappling with gangrene by the time you read this, as I just broke the first rule of having your hand wrapped in a big, annoying cast-bandage thingy. I got it a little bit wet.
Jean Gillette has a cast on her arm. Details to come. For now, one from the archives.
I have such fond memories of summer. It meant long, lazy days to read fat books, enjoy carefree beach time and homemade ice cream.
Summer Solstice is near and I can’t ignore my yard any longer with a clear conscience.
I have never worn much make-up. It is not, I assure you, because I am a natural beauty. It has been because I was completely unmotivated, or, as I like to categorize it, low maintenance.
I’m not feeling amusing today. I am feeling righteous anger, or at least I think it’s righteous.