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
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