Hello again, all!
Just here for my monthly check in. (Sarcasm) I keep saying I'm gonna have more time, I'm gonna have more time . . . And then we move. Now, it's my porch that's taking up my free time. I have a little porch in my backyard, which Stella loves dearly. She like to take her big drawing pad and computer outside and drink tea in the morning, and we watch the squirrels and birds fight in the mammoth tree outside. Five minutes later, leaves come raining down out of whatever special part of hell hovers over my house. t(>_<t)