One a Tom – night prowler, elusive schemer – renders me sleepless. Another, pampered, a diva demanding, high anxiety to boot – makes me crazy.
Why must I suffer acne still? What trick of fate, whose wily will? I am too far over the hill, refuse to take a teenage
Take a classroom of five-year-olds – nimble-footed, names unintelligible – add a dozen runny noses and three boo-boos and one unfortunate ‘accident’. Introduce a teacher
A wink? Seriously? Am I meant to smile in conspiratorial culpability, was that a Colgate bright teeth, complete with chime wink, or… a big bad
Descended from fire, I am earth, and spring, and graciousness – Oh, that it were so – fiery yes, with a love of nature, but
Plump the lips pad the ass, pull abs in Push-up bras and false eyelash, botox, and brows Make us pretty much less witty – do