Going against my better judgment. Going to bed early. The Sparkle Cottage Scrap Yard. Ant massacre. Metallic embroidery thread. Rough stuff. SMOCKING! Which is one of those things that leads to dressing like a little girl. My CSA and wasabina! Peds that will someday be. A Derbi at my bedroom door. Dearest Puddle Cuts. Paul Pena dance parties to start off our days here. And tights. I don't think I'll ever get over those.
Someone with a big fat syringe full of mobility magic.
Cool Chicks v1, Wednesday night adult string ensemble
"I am not a gun!" I know you're not little giant friend, and I love you.
have not
Pat the Bunny.
The Little Engine That Could