I did NOT mean to break the big glass bowl with the prefab shells and fake blue sand for a SECOND TIME. I was shaving my legs for the sake of he-who-must-not-be-named when the plastic toothbrush cup bounced up and cannon-balled itself into the beach below. Together, cup and toothbrush carved out yet a larger hole into the severed glass.
And my legs? Bright red dots blossomed on porcelain-smooth shins. Stung like hell. That's what I get for choosing quick-sink shave over long-shower soak. Ah well. As long as you-
WHO? WHO!?! Lord Voldemort? I don't think so!
Posted by: jess | September 12, 2007 at 04:38 PM
A little misleading that link, eh? But it certainly wouldn't be boring, a date with Lord Voldemort!
Posted by: Lilan | September 13, 2007 at 06:16 AM