Day 12 of my captivity: Today wasn’t really much like being a captive, more like the mom who returns to a house that’s needed desperate attention, and then realized it was going to take more than a day to fix it.
I made the captors doughnuts for breakfast and it was pointed out that I may be developing Stockholm Syndrome….I might need to look into this.
The small captor is sleeping at a friends house tonight since we have to leave before the butt crack of dawn to get the bigger captors parents from the airport. I miss the small captor….Stockholm syndrome again…
Tiny Tolin is still in there abusing my organs! But not for long! (hopefully)