.I drop to my hands and knees and crawl over the stone floor, scraping my knees, wearing my dress thin. I am covered in a film of dirt, but no hesitation mars my features. I scrabble with the iron ring for only a moment, though it feels like an eternity has passed. There is no moue of distaste, and no moment of uncertainty, I begin to climb down the trapdoor in the knowledge firm in my mind that I was always supposed to.
The board looks just great, and I want to thank you all for your perfect contributions! We have so many themes we want to do, for the time being, we're going to start changing the theme every Sunday. Hope that is okay♥ This week let's do THE NANNY.