A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.
It made my heart race.
It scared the wits out of me.
It left me confused
It was this.
A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.
It made my heart race.
It scared the wits out of me.
It left me confused
It was this.
My youngest just got home from a summer working at camp.
I wanted everything to be nice and clean and lovely.
But instead I have just opened a fabulous private beach
And renamed her Sandy.
I am a bit of a lover of games. On more than one occasion many have pointed out that life and art camp are two different things and I should try harder to keep them separate.