That which we call a rose...

..by any other name would smell as sweet. Even a grunged up rose smells sweet.

I'm getting old now, there are many signs confirming this.... I fell asleep after work in my chair with a cuppa by my side and a book in my hand...sigh. I haven't phoned the photography studio about the burlesque shoot yet because I'm feeling too old for it...I don't think they will be able to make me look like the model on their web site. Do they make basques in big girl sizes? ...sigh.

I'm sighing so much I might hyperventilate....