The week went on within us and with 3S - 25 or more dramatically put, au natural sans public. Too bad the GWH isn't cooperating. Then some lifting on the red carpet calls it a rap.

Two mawmbacks in a row don't make them a therapy except it does. Some hot water and a gasp or two take today's prize.

A Janet Leigh card and legible scroll hit the done jar. Procured toot sweet 25 for a sleigh ride ahead. Too much haste = waste so while choreographing the face cream, scrunching the cheeks to get thorough coverage, the routinized ritual said thanks for the realization that it's helping, not the cause.

Just like when the apricot said to Miss Lolly, "my skin is only eyelash deep but circle-the-globe wide", we're breaking new ground today.
There's a calming lull as the sleigh jingle is trying to grab the mike. Milkin' it.