Four months out of twelve – this is my kitchen.
This might not be much of a kitchen, but my wet suit is getting more than a little snug and I refuse to buy a bigger one. Maybe it shrunk. Yeah, right.
Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Four months out of twelve – this is my kitchen.
This might not be much of a kitchen, but my wet suit is getting more than a little snug and I refuse to buy a bigger one. Maybe it shrunk. Yeah, right.