First of all, dang, I am sorry that...wait, no...I'm not sorry. One of these days there may be a girl like me stuck in a relationship like this and maybe she will read it and realize that she's not the only one. I for sure know I am not the only one.
His last bit of power, since he can't get any sexual gratification from me (the only power I have left) is to come and shut my workroom door.
Flex those imaginary muscles, you miserable coot.
I delivered a couple of custom cutting boards today. Each had a different recipe burnt into the boards, in the original handwriting.
I mailed a couple today, too.
I am tickled with my FB shop.
And, my Etsy shop, and for my loyal friends that support my endeavors!
I didn't tremble today. Internally or externally. I'd tell you what I think happened, but that would jinx it. I will tell you when it comes about.
New in my Etsy shop.
I just love a good play on words.
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