Or does anyone else look at this pic and see a clandestine meeting taking place, fraught with spies and good versus evil?
When looked at from further away though, it appears to be nothing more than a bunch of people enjoying cocktails.
How about still-secret-from-my-mother-squirrel time?
She’s HUGE now as opposed to when she was like this:
So I have no choice – in good conscience – but to release her.
Also weighing on my conscience has been this withering fic:
But it’s never been far from my thoughts and now it’s no longer far from my WordPress page.
And for anyone who’s interested, I also uploaded Confessions to Mediafire, so it’s now available for download in PDF form to whoever wants it. You can either go to that page or skip the middle man and click here. 🙂