It is approaching time for my Significant Other’s annual show for her dance school. I know this because my whole house is full of tutus and small bear outfits. I can no longer get to my wardrobe for boxes upon boxes of bright orange fishnet tights. This morning, on my way for breakfast, I tripped on a pile of golden glittery bowler hats.
I don’t mind a bit of showbiz. But not when I haven’t yet had my cornflakes.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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