Eventually, when my house is clean, my children are raised and I’m skinny, I’ll write a post about this coat.
FINE! Gah! A girl can hope can’t she?
I’m writing the post now and my house is filthy, my children will never be raised and I refuse to talk about my muffins.
Look at that scratch on my arm. Preacher, the dog, didn’t want to take a bath….but he did, oh yes he did, I have the scars to prove it.