It’s 3pm. on Sunday afternoon. Do you feel like I do? The weekend is almost over. Another work week is knocking on the door but before you answer you must contemplate which out of the gazillion more things to do you should do.
I’ve always wanted a little girl. A little mini-me to mould into a strong, smart and caring adult and a confidant to take along on shopping trips who understands the value of a pretty little dress.