The chicken's defrosting in the pan and Gunsmoke is playing out black and white across the TV screen. (I so love how tall Matt Dillon is. He'd make a really big target, but I imagine not very fun to tussle with.)
And in the middle of figuring what to write next. Not that I don't have an idea. I know what I want to write. More like how to get is started. Like picking the end piece of tape. If you get it done right, it unrolls perfectly. If you force it, you'll end up losing half the tape.
So that's what I'm doing. Trying to edge a portion of my nail under the of the tape and get it started. Wish me luck.
Madam La Zuray
Hello, darlings, I'm Madam La Zuray, author of dirty books you can't help but fall in love with. I bring the hot and the dirty and everything in between, all in a read you can swallow on your lunch hour. No sense in messing around with perfection.