Winging It
byButterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
Butterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
Exhibit A and Exhibit B look essentially the same to me.
It seems I have made a little bit of a fashion faux pas.
“About tomorrow,” Tracey told me when we were crawling into bed last night. “I haven’t organized anything.”