Able to leap my own mountains made from molehills
I’ve donned my Wonder Woman outfit again as a reaction to my overreactionary mind – I’ve got red gloves, red slick boots up to my thighs, a broad gold lame belt cinched tight, and hair – lots of hair – and I’m ready for action.
Only Wonder Woman, the fighting Amazon, stood between the Menacing Men of Mars and The End of Paradise Island!
Cryptic, indeed. I got it right from the Wonder Woman comic book. I don’t know, it sounds pretty pithy when you say it aloud with gusto, and it kind of makes me feel like the force is with me.