DAY 2, snowpocalypse, supplies getting low. If the rum bottle hits empty then there will be no telling what I would do. Carrots and dip remain plentiful for now but for how long? The oven is taunting me, cursing me, trying to force me to turn it on and back something sticky and gooey. I
Um, it gets worse before it gets better for our Torajinn and our ryujinn. But it does improve…I promise! *g* Flash His chest was swelling. It was hot and painful to touch, and absolutely pointless. He could feel his nipples become more sensitive and change to a dark pink color…and he dropped his head and
I am having issues with my Go Daddy account…Don’t ask. Really, cause I can’t explain it. But while I am trying to fix it, fellow author D Renee Bagby linked TheFlashCat.net here, so I can give up on the good updates and things. Of course, I never really learned how to operate this site either!
Our writer’s group gathered at The Parkside for a book signing. It also seemed like a good chance to practice our chorus steps.