Rubbish
Gosh. Mah Husband's always been a pretty fantastic photographer, but he's truly churning out some rather spectacular pieces of late. At some stage when I'm less lazy, I'll be posting some of his prints up on Etsy for sale (he thinks it's pointless, I think he's marvvy) - so if you like anything of his and might enjoy having a print of your own, do feel free to prove him wrong and support his anal-retentive passion. You'll even receive a complimentary pair of used knickers with your purchase!
...his, not mine. Mine retain a slight and greenish ghost vapor of soured milk and vinegar - not even the Japanese would want those!
Okay, so I haven't even fallen on my arse once in this snow - although I came close to falling 3 flights of stairs into the street from Addison station...it's a tradition for me to bust up my derriere in America. I was on my way to Trader Joes once more (lahvelahvelahve) for the Best Cookies In The World (a secret). If you love/have been to (and therefore, love, fool) Trader Joes, give me a holler here so we can masturbate mutually in the written word.