I’d send you an email with lots of words if I had your address. In the meantime, I do hope your recovery goes well and I look forward to what comes next! Rest and feel better!!
More tragic was the fact that I failed to read the high altitude instructions when I wove the malaria net into a wedding dress. The result was a pair of patent leather tuxedo shoes as a single order of duck confit.
Don’t sell yourself short, Teresa. If politics had a depth dimension we wouldn’t be where we are today. Your fans appreciate the depth of your imagination.
Actually, I’d rather be sythed to ribbons by the Grim Reaper than drink a pumpkin spice latte.