friday-i whip-my-hair-back-and-forth-to you m’loves! summer is winding down, and i feel like i’m just getting my toes sandy. last night i asked hunkiest if we should plan a summer vacation. you’d think i’d had offered him to smoke crack....
happy red-velvet-friday to you m’loves. it’s friday, and i’m a buck-toothed, tail-waggin, giddy-ass, disco’ing donkey. even though i work the weekends i still love me an end-of-the-week party; mostly in my bed, with a remote control, my dvr...
even though, calendar-wise, we’re still technically in spring, around here the neighborhood air is coconut suncreen-scented, and beach-cruisers outnumber bmw’s. summer has arrived. here are some other undeniable things happening in my world: berries are...
darlings it’s been too long. i’ve been remiss from my post. like a rampant co-ed, unleashed on myrtle beach; caution and bra to the wind, my feet dangling, shot-gun, outside the sunroof, as i pass my number to the cutest boy in town; laptops and passcodes...
good morning lovers! friday happy to you. pull up a chair and grab your mug; i’m ready to dish on all things favorite. i truly am cozied up here, piano’ing my keyboard whilst sneaking sips from one of my favorite coffees. it’s that time of year: red...
 so last week my friend, mrs. burns, sent me a story about the shake book by carli davidson, a portland photographer for the oregon zoo. for an hour i poured over her hilarious portraits of dogs “shaking, jowls flapping, and fur flying.” each print...
