We all have a jar of coins in our apartments. We also all have that “thing” in our lives that’s a nagging, depreciating depletion of energy, time and peace of mind - our “real life” equivalent to a yogurt container filled with nickels.
Good Morning!
I might as well put it out there that I may very well occasionally be eight going on eighteen. I probably consume far too much coffee and far too little chocolate. I refuse to carry umbrellas and I haven't the foggiest idea how to use nail polish. Now that confessions are over - I'm glad you're here.