IT’S NICE One of my instructors bought Drama Queen. She had it with her so I could sign it. !
I sat on Delilah, and after unwrapping the irons and getting myself sorted, I looked up, and there was the book, face out, propped up against the wall along with the day’s list, and the random crops that have been culled from the floor of the indoor.
It was a delightful, awesome, and buzzy sight.
It was messy going, and as I signed after the lesson, I got a little bit of dirt on the page.
It seemed only right.