All about stuff I feel like writing about. Or not. Sometimes I waffle.
... but there is a terrifying monster lurking in the inky depths of my linen closet. Looks innocent enough, right?
Labels: linen closet, small brown cat, washcloth
posted by Elinoire @ 11:55 PM
I (still) share a house the size of a postage stamp with a husband and two cats in a very urban area of the way-too-spread-out city of my birth (but not my entire life) and I used to correct other people's grammar for a living even though I let myself write run-on sentences.
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