Look what I found hiding in my roses, or then again, maybe the roses found LABYRINTH wandering around in the garden, looking for readers...

Death by Roses – hmm, now that’s a title. Am I being chomped on by my gorgeous iceberg roses?...

The only bummer? I had to read THE LAST SECOND to Clothilde (the fertility statue and goddess of the waterfall) because she was afraid she’d get it wet. I do know what she yearns for -- my moose slippers and my lipstick, only in a more earthy shade, and my Warriors jacket. (Hang that one up, Clothilde.)

Once upon a time I was standing in my moose slippers in front of my incredible kingdom, balancing THE LAST SECOND on my knee, wearing a shirt of many colors Why? You may wonder...

Having a bad day? ... REMEDY COMING UP ….