brushing up on my best betty draper pose. hunky hubby has a client dinner this evening. spouses are tagging along; adding the spice to what would otherwise be a beige-bland meal. {at least in my opinion} off to get my face rosy and hair shiny…. mouth will remain...
scoot over clouds! you’re taking up all the sky. greedy bullies aren’t asked back to the ball; i don’t care how poofy a dress you wear. please let the sun have a teeny spot of dance floor space. signed, shivering teeth image Similar posts:happy...
death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~from a headstone in ireland in one tragic accident, a family is now minus one sweet, beautiful boy. my heart aches for my old school mate, his wife and children. infuriating how...
happy weekend indeed. smiling has been infectious of late. the sun overcame her shyness. hh didn’t notice/mind the baked beans were bacon free. a 6 year old’s front yard, sparkler extravaganza {both parents inches away} was insanely more entertaining than...
first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday’s cheetah post. my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding. maybe him. but not cheetah. moving on…… sometimes this is my idea of dreamy. but then...
