alas. page 10 is even uglier than is the norm of magus tales, and thus i've not the spirit to finish it by placing in speech bubbles on this night. so, me first deadline be missed. i'm so deflated i cant even capitalize. check back later tomorrow.
Once the notorious author of "I Fight for the Phoque," (the quest for survival, good food and good sex in France,) I'm now back in the states, wed to a handsome French winemaker, and the owner of my own small e-tail. As fate would have it, I've achieved the Etsy dream of "quit your day job" - and I'm here to share the woes and wonders that come with it.