Brandishing belly she pours her frail brute strength down inside your head like Alambic Brandy, and you smack your lips, Ah…
The days run together like negatives in a camera with a broken film winder.
Mom was so shocked when I stated loudly and dramatically that I hated camping. As a matter of fact, I went down on one knee, shook my fist at the air and proclaimed in my best Scarlett O’Hara that “I will nevah go campin’ agin!”
Love shouts from her eyes