There are few things that warm the cockles more than watching a young child play with her dollies. Unless of course she’s me. A dolly placed in my hot little hands was immediately stripped of her worldly possessions. That’s right, … Continue reading →
Virgo Disclaimer: It's not my fault I was born a Virgo. My parents had sex in December, what was I to do about it? I'm a psychotic perfectionist so sue me. Or actually, don't. The point I'm trying to make here is in the likely event that there are missspellings, and grammatical errors, forgive me and keep reading anyway. If I let my Virgo nature get the better of me and obsess over these things, I may never leave the house. And people are expecting me for lunch.