Lame does his best to insult me, but I don’t mind. It tickles!
Hehe! :)
Awww, I guess I’m too late. Darks has them in his clutches....locked up in his basement with the gnomes, no doubt.
Oh well, son says he needs me for a school project. I hope it has nothing to do with any kind of surgery.....
*crossing fingers and toes*
It was a deep fear from her childhood. recurrent dreams of running out of logs to gnaw on, or some such thing.