After six weeks abroad, I am home. (We will ignore the fact that “abroad” in my case means Alabama, the palest ghost of an “abroad” destination to be found.)
Anyhow, my little townhouse in Florida now holds the muse and I in its arms and is breathing new life into our anemic souls. (See how melodramatic diction already flows from these smiling, Floridian lips? And just think, the annoying Pollyanna-speak will only thicken as the days beneath the palm trees grow!…)
Um, yeah, I would run, too. Exits to your left and right.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe the Annoyance
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 