Going from Thigh High Thursday into Fishnet Friday, but if I wear them out, my legs will be like little frozen fishsticks…. Freezing My Ass Off Friday it is! (=^•^=) [f]
By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream ... It was a memory.