BETWEEN THE SHEETS of paper Cheese Moves; Deal with it, Gloria
It’s nine-thirty-three p.m. and I was about to go night-night, when I thought. What? Oh, you thought that was an …
It’s nine-thirty-three p.m. and I was about to go night-night, when I thought. What? Oh, you thought that was an …
GLOBOPHOBIC RELIEF POST by Gloria Richard My Glob. I think B-L-O-G. My fingers type G-L-O-B. Until I become glob savvy, …