Stormy is back, finally, from her summer sojourn in the the wilds of America, trying to live that operatic life.
I have no idea how I managed without her, and it thrills me to bits that she's back in my area code. Welcome home Stormy - the vodka is chilling the freezer, and the hummus is waiting, any time you're ready!
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