hic cup.

charming glitter boy. i love you. it's your birthday today. and you are far away.
hicc...up.
oops, not supposed to blog about work.
dear reader,
i'm so sorry for blogging about work. i would like to make amends as soon as i reach dry land.
signed,
doggypaddling through the treacherous sea of papers.

hiccup...

i STRONGLY believe the front porch is going to be done tomorrow.

hic.UP.

o'lover, i think your lacto-fermented raspberry drink turned into wine.
bubbly.