“His side flared with pain, and he uttered a short grunt.”
My foreboding future according to Inheritance
The Russian attache’s black bread is particularly sought after by the more discerning duck, while the head of MI9’s soggy Hovis with Marmite is relished by the connoisseurs.
Bu this “temporary” state of things had gone on and on, the cost of living rose by leaps and bounds, and Grand’s pay, in spite of some statutory rises, was still a mere pittance.
I am neither here nor there, but there—a little to the left.
I love me some MGMT. Makes me want to do the electric boogaloo.
Prepare for some Dapper Day photos! I put up a lot on my facebook, so click this photo to see them all. I’ll just post a few on here.
I’m still amazed by how much Erica and I match and we didn’t even plan it! Destiny…
We all look fantastic!
THIS IS HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW.
Just keep working at it! And I shall keep working on my hat.
I’m taking a bit of a break. I’m about 80% there. The last step when the fat thingy goes through the little loopy thing is proving a bit difficult.
The things we do to be beautiful. Good luck on your hat!