Bad girl showing her ta-tas and inviting you to chase her, bad. Unless, of course, that sort of thing lights your fire, in which case--you go, Bob. I"m sorry I don't have any writing for you. I'm barely hanging onto sanity and the ability to perform regular daily functions. I stare at the picture at night before turning in and no words come to mind, not one. I sigh, close my notebook, and hope for better things the next day. I'm looking forward to the relative sanity of writing group on Thursday. I'll bring treats. I'm baking.
--Barbara
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