Pausing for a sniff in the cleaning products aisle, Dorothy decided to shorten the "little black dress"... Then, inhaling deeply from the opened bottle, she flew. Soared. And was free at last.
Some of you may recall the Nutcracker Squadron gearing up for trouble. I'm delighted to see though that the boys have been lulled into a sense of false security...
But this, Sistah's doesn't mean we can slack. Vigilance is key and we must keep in shape. So please, slip into your pointy trainers and get... training.
My correspondent, Dr Aloysius O'Bunnion alerted me to this graphic, with a suggestion that it should be disseminated amongst the sistah-hood, and where better than the official web portal of the secret movement. (Click on the pic to embiggen.)
Just thought a reminder of the sacrifices offered up unto the pointy heel. Wear your grimaces with pride, sistahs, no gain without a little pain.