It was very much like a dream within a dream. One perfectly normal Tuesday evening, I went out to sort through my rubbishy recycling bins. Somedays, I do indeed feel like the Queen of Slime, Filth, and Putrescence. Sigh. It can’t be Highwaymen and Swan Knights every day.
But … But … what was this? What glorious shinning object reflected my wondering face back at me? It was even better than the very best MLT!
I ran inside to tell my husband he had finally done something right. “As you wish,” was all he had to say.