yes, that is a banana daiquiri, and  yes, i have the palate of a 16 year old trapped in the body of a 34 year old. {they apparently don’t carry fuzzy navel wine coolers at this hotel} losers. i’m trying to move into the art of devil may care for the next...
hallelujah for wifi! it’s 2:46am in atlanta, and we have a 4 hour lay over. this is what happens when i ask to stay out of travel planning. thought i’d share with m’loves the inspiration whence packing for my poolside party fun: an overall attempt to...
bags packed. passport found (aaaaaaaaaaah!!) gone is the giddy i usually feel with such a leave of absence. a grouchy winter morphed into a rancorous spring. we all need some respite. i feel like i’m running away, abandoning my family. how do i keep them safe...
i have a bear of a day. typically i’d moan and groan, and count the minutes until my pillow and i rendezvous anew. balls to bellyaching! today i’m seasoning my day with silly and frisky. even when the fatigue inroads my body, i’m can choose whoopee...
