Well, I Have A Lot Of Food

You Don't Have To Justify Anything. Being Pissed Off Is Absolutely Ok.

My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

We Are All Fairies Living Underneath A Leaf Of A Lily Pad.

I'm A Classic Emerald Green Sixties Jaguar That Nobody Can Own, But My Husband Is Allowed To Drive.

I'm Too Wacky For Most Weirdos. Who Am I To Judge?