"Buckle up that seat belt! Let's take a ride and see if Mrs Crocodile is back!" said the woman with apple fritter eyeballs who drives like a bat out of hell because she has a tea cup glued to her right hand and a designer armchair as a mouth. Her cousin in the back seat whose mouth is where her eyes should be says "Great! The engine has no gas but we'll see how far we can get coasting."
Dear Readers, Just back from the Mrs Croco skin-peeling, and restructuring the subconscious of a reptile--which takes longer than you might think, and other busy-ness stuff. I hope you enjoyed your little blogiday from
"Can you say crak-a-lakkin whoop? This blogger is a whirlwind. Whenever I need an extra shot of energy, she's the one. Single mom in Switzerland snips and sews. But watch out for her bite." Christine Gerber-Rutt
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She used to run a play-group, but she ate all the kids and kept two. These days Mrs Crocodile is shedding her skin and coming of age as a single mom in Switzerland, which is an island somewhere between here and 40...
"Mrs Crocodile grabs life by the fingers, dresses it up with a pair of dangly earrings and delicious shoes and dances away down the cobblestone street. Join her if you can." Christine Gerber-Rutt