I turned 40, and now all I want to do is drink tea, eat things containing rosemary, cross stitch, and read.
The guinea pigs are unimpressed with my feeble attempts at basic conversational Farsi.
Ope, I tripped over a pumpkin there.
Comfort ye, O, comfort ye, my people
“Behold! I, the Flower Entity, have created prawns!”
Cool this morning - we may even have to turn the heat on soon. Not sure if that’s what riled up the guinea pigs, but they were very frisky this morning. I am protesting a migraine with meds and tea. I have discovered that I seem to have lost my prism.
A penny would buy a gumball, and her changepurse was full of pennies.
