Flame on

Know when you hold them, know when to fold them. Know when to walk away. Know when you’re done.

One day my Prince will come.

Backyard bonfire sure did come in handy.

It’s frikken hot as heck.

I don’t remember if I actually blogged about receiving this nomination…

You’re with me on this, right?

I’ve done this before. It’ll be fine.

See? It’s fine.

This bird of prey fans her own flames with her flappy flaps. And I soar on my own hot air beneath my wings.