Re-blogging one of my favorite blog posts about a knife fight I walked into, the mysterious goats I kept hearing, and my sweetly smiling neighbor π Happy reading! Everything I Can Possibly Cram into a Single Blog Post Alright, so…
Alright, so I wasn’t sure what to name this blog. These were the candidates: Betty-Homemaker-Don’t-Quit-Your-Day-Job and the Knife Fight I Found the Goats! My Sweetly Smiling Neighbor O Ye Seeker of Chastity Belts Heiress of Magic Cover Reveal along with…
When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.