Confessions To My Therapist
(…that’s my beauty therapist *Grin*)
Lashes, lashes… lovely lashes!
I can’t believe it.
Seriously… there is no justice for Luscious Lashes.
I have enjoyed the rain despite how cold it’s been. This morning the air was clean and clear. Outside the sun was warm for an otherwise cold overcast day … and I have been enjoying my day, watching the birds in the garden from my desk, as I look up from my work.
It’s only been a week since the last ‘smoked lash’ incident, and would you believe, the pyro-neighbour is at it again?
The air is full of smoke. My eyes are burning and watering, and I can hardly breathe.
There must be some recourse. (And a lawyer somewhere who will sue, seriously… this is ridiculous.)
Back (Black) Lashed,
PS… The auto spell correct for “Mands” is “Madness” …they have no idea!