good morning sweet lovers. i have a confession. i have been holding out on you. i haven’t been entirely truthful. typically when i love a product, song, person, baked good; i projectile vomit my ecstasy with such vigor, my elan will typically ricochet against...
oh my sweets! it’s chilly outside is it not? i love the colder weather, but i’m such an infant when i get even one, little, temperatures-in-the-low-seventies, goose-bump. i insist on wrapping myself, burrito-like, with various scarves, puffer vests, wooly...
methinks i put too many suitors on this weekend’s dance card. friday afternoon i wasn’t feeling my brightest and most shiny, add a couple of days of champagne, bailey’s and a dance party in the rain…..and this morning i am sick to my stomach,...
