Posted by Loulou on Jun 2, 2014 | 3 comments

We’re going WHERE?  I’m outta here… Uh, oh. Suitcases. Bags at front door filled with little things for friends. Big objects on water that make unnerving noises. Moving on. And that, of course, means ME. But…I have my magic sauce, just two or three drops, that mama puts on the back of my neck and I’m in fat city. I don’t go on...