It's times like this, standing at the precipice, that you wonder just what the hell you've gotten yourself into. Sure, Brad says he'll get the spell right this time and Sharon has mostly recovered from his screw-up on the last try, but you can't help but notice that it's
you who are the one standing there in a bed sheet and accessorized sandbags. Sharon's reassurances seem a bit less than sincere as you wonder why
she doesn't have another go, if it's so much fun. All you did was get for her that damnable book. This -
THIS - was her crazy idea.
If you survive the day, you promise yourself that you'll never buy another thing from that stupid shop again...
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Many thanks goes out to Jane
[link], who is the genius behind the idea for this!
I have friends like that