Stacks in the mail
I just left the Post Office, so stacks should be winging their way “across the pond” to Julie, and in a shorter time, to Karie. Now I can go home and starve my cold . . or my fever. . .something.
I just left the Post Office, so stacks should be winging their way “across the pond” to Julie, and in a shorter time, to Karie. Now I can go home and starve my cold . . or my fever. . .something.