the bloody dog, got my dictionary. Not just some dictionary. But, one that I have been lugging around since my journalism school days. One without which I cannot write more than three complete sentences. No really.
Sigh. Some tears, lots of staring down the dog, a little bit of inspiration, lots of gloopy glue and a pretty shirt that does not become my pear-shaped-voluptuousness (I could just say fat thighs, but, you know) anymore...
....and I feel like I live in a land filled with sunshine, fluttering butterflies, frog princes, magical lanterns and polka.
I also get carried away :)