Unfolding her hands gently, Rosie hoped the little ladybug had survived, but it wasn’t there and in its place was a young girl, not unlike herself, but so spindly and sparkly that she couldn’t help but laugh.
i cannot believe i am the first, where has everybody gone, 800, PEOPLE! CAN I GET A WOOOOOOO??!
800! Way to go, Boot! Let us know what you select from the gift catalog, all right?
I’d say thank you for the congrats, but I’m too busy hiding from Keith.
All the little chicks with the crimson lips go “Boot Rocks. Boot Rocks.”