me neither. the last few weeks has been one heated, nasty, name-calling, head butting, index finger to the eye, chess game with mr. sandman. if i’m pushed i’ll even throw out a yo mamma…. so far i’m winning the slurs, but i’m losing at...
POP! that was the sound of my front, left tire as i “turned” right into a chevron station yesterday. in my version of this story the curb had spiky, protracting thorns which vehemently besieged my exemplary, mother theresa like, clean-air giving prius. the...
 we don’t have many left. these hot, sultry, torpid evenings are starting slip out of our sweaty, open-palmed hands into an always arriving too-early autumn, with her unpermissive bedtime schedules, strict post-labor day fashion tenets, and vanishing,...
 good monday morning to you m’loves! i hope the weekend provided the time you needed to reboot, indulge and savor summer’s last drops of carefree abandon. thank you so much for your votes. most of them were via text and talk, although the stunning...
 for most of the summer i’ve been in a naked state of mind. with regard to my nail polish that is. i can’t get enough of maryjo matsumoto’s perfect shade of easy, breezy, summertime chic. it’s not too white, not too pink….just naked....
