Expect a few days of weird posting hours as my parents’ gutters call.
Teetering on a ladder, elbow-deep in wet leaves, trying to maintain some sense of “Don’t judge this available hottie by gloves or scowl,” it may be up in the day before a composed blog will be posted.
If my life gets any more glamorous I will simply puke.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 