What a world. What a world.
Isn't that what the wicked witch said as she was being "liquidated"?
Things (I almost wrote thighs....talk about obsession with body parts) are so peculiar lately. I wrote a while ago that I was moulting. I think I still am. I'm not sure what's under here when all the moulting is done. Sometimes it's very clear what it is and who I am and then weekends like the one I just had pass by and I have no idea.