Looking over Mme Glitchbane's formula (see last blog entry) I know exactly what her severest critic, Mrs. Ermadine Swett, would say. She would raise her considerable self to its full 5'3" height and looking down her ample nose through her...
Wednesday always sneaks up on me like a cat stalking the ends of my knitting needles as they leave contrails of circles describing the stitches just knit. Suddenly the whole weight of the cat is suspended from the end of...
