Susan couldn't find her smile when the instamatic cube went off. The jello that she's slaved over was quickly melting into a puddle of red. That, and she was absolutely dying of envy over Carol's massive pile of teased locks. Was that her natural color or did that come from a cheap bottle of black rage? Susan tried to quiet her thoughts. At least SHE didn't look like a slut. Happy Thanksgiving. - Uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque
Guss looked across the table at his wife and wondered how could he lie about what he was thankful for.
I'm thankful I discovered this blog this year. I love it!Happy Thanksgiving!
i think that candle holder on the wall is too busy, throws the whole room off.