The house smells sweet. Apples, cinnamon, allspice. Butterscotch frosting. Phyllo cups filled with rock shrimp salad in pink sauce. Tapenade pinwheels. I like snow.
Hey fellow bloggers.
It started out a little something like this. With the notion that I had something to get out. If we all just wrote a little something every day, perhaps our houses wouldn't have to be made of straw.
We all have incredible stories to tell.
Epics unbelievable to anyone but ourselves.
3 comments:
How come I didn't get any?
Still got cake, foofie.
Still got cake????
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