I really do wish Mother Nature would make up her mind. Tuesday it’s almost 70 degrees and today it’s 30 (although it was nice being snuggled under my covers sleeping my life away and wearing my Homer slippers). I’m ready for the warmth, damnit. Especially since the heat is not working. At all.

My mother threw out my Chinese food and forced me to go ( Read more... )

( And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. --Anaïs Nin )