Magical ambitions of a Ferrari, but the skill of a Go-cart.That would be me. If profanities were magic, I would be Merlin, yet here I am wasting my “French” on the ungrateful.
Story of my life!
When a spell goes wrong, there is no turning back, nor can you trade designer clothing to make things right. You gotta be kidding me.
Thats ludicrous!
I’d trade my firstborn for a pair of Louboutin’s, but not everyone has class.
Everyone wants to jump to my rescue, but I’m having none of that. How about while I’m drowning in a proverbial creek, throw me an “f-ing” paddle or get out of my way.
I’ve got this.
Actually I don’t. But I’ll find a way out of this mess.
My grandmother again conveniently forgot to share many secrets. With every new lie I discover a truth and in every truth I uncover more lies.
That’s fine.
With demons ready to devour me whole, Danika can wait in line. She will learn her lesson as soon as I claw my way out of this Hell.
Literally.
