hunky and i continue the courting into our third year of marital happy. we adhere to a strict date night rule. {basically only that we have one, once a week} me and him. him and me. face to face. well, more like my forehead to his chest. he is rather tall, my fella....
nothing against the other nominees, but the the ivy must be serving funny mushrooms in that grilled vegetable salad. how else could such colossal neglect have occurred? the tom ford gown alone would have been enough to get her on the ballot you buffoons! best dressed...
today i have a 10am call time. regrettably, last night’s sleep count clocked in at a dismal 4 hours. lucky for me there is a solution to the done in mess that is my face….. hair makeup and fairy dust. image for source ...
everywhere i look, emerald seduction. yards of drapey, flouncy, twirly skirt; flashing me in my most adored color. katie-land {a more fetching word than brain doncha think?} is already fancying up story-lines where i strut this splendid swaddle. scene 1 my meeting...
tonight is a big audition; a gut wrenching scene. a september 11th survivor, a mother of a toddler, a woman bereft of her best friend. i am none of these. my preparation has drained me of all of light. i feel hollow and broken. my condolences to the hand which...
