Dr. Tongue’s 3D House of Stewardesses.
I didn’t make a penny with my time intensive Hallowe’en post-an-hour this year, which is only disappointing when considering how much time I put into it. Last year I made fifteen dollars grocery money and barely put a lick of effort in. Lesson learned: just throw junk together at the last minute.
Alas. Alack. Whatever. I sincerely have better things to care about, (and I mean that
, as apparently it’s in doubt), like when will our painting get done, how hard is it to put up wallpaper anyway, what colour should
that bit of wall end up, and, most importantly, how soon can we have you wonderful people over to scope out our terrific newly semi-renovated place!?