The water is very warm and comes just over the ankle of my floral Betsey Johnson rubber boots. The mop I am wielding is useless against the multiple flood alerts throughout the DMV. Glamour along with true blue comrades are hard to find these days. Me-thinks a change of scenery and a (hard) line of credit is needed ASAP.
Query: Where does a diva of a doll find a home with running water for 2 hours at a time?