Survival of the sexy
Well ladies and gents, gypsies and gremlins, colts and fillies, mares and stallions, bitches and butches: I survived Indeed I did. I may have even made a good impression, though it's too soon to tell. And really, it's a bit too early to say I truely did survive, as I may rest my tired little head tonight and never wake up (mercury poisoning, I'd suspect). But for now, I'm still alive and kicking. What did I survive, might you ask? Dinner. Harmless sounding, huh? With Alex! Even better you say? And his mother. Speechless now, aren't you? *sticks tongue out at* And...AND...I found a flower shop opened on Sunday @ 18.15 AND got the flowers and vase for free.