Morphing into more right before our eyes ... "What's Baking!!".
i am stuck, again, for some unknown reason...
i wake up and get dressed
in my large walkin closet was two fine outfits worthy of french household royalty.
in my bathroom, taped to the mirror was a list or instructions to make crepes...
i was reminded for some odd reason that i am a maid, a french maid in the french quarter...
what is this more you speak of in the post above?
excuse me, now, i must return to cleaning the quarters of the master and then walk to the market for cheese....