People often ask me about my life. I tell them about the night my first ex-husband fed our hen an emerald, and the next morning there it was, in the yolk of my boiled egg. Things are so hard to explain!
People often ask me about my life. I tell them about the night my first ex-husband fed our hen an emerald, and the next morning there it was, in the yolk of my boiled egg. Things are so hard to explain!