Gevevieve was restless and discontent. The day had held nothing but disappointment. So when the dark clouds came rolling in and it began to pour her little heart gave a leap. Storms always made her giddy.
Genevieve's story is pretty much my story. It's not exactly stormy but there are dark clouds and the hope of a storm. Plus I got me the movie The Devil's Backbone and I hope to snuggle up later in the dark and scare the hell out of myself. That sounds like a cozy thing to do on night like this :D
I have another monster in the dryer right now, she is giving me nothing but grief so we'll see how she turns out...
